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Elizabethan Sonnet - 5/7/2004 9:00:32 AM

DrFaustus

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I'll repost this here to make sure someone reads it:

Since sonnets seem to be popular here's another one:

Elizabethan Sonnet

My Love, thou dost now ask I play my sweet music which pleases,
Yet thy lips hath graced my lips and, in sooth, I needs must play
Upon thy living flesh and not upon this dead wood which teases
The ears that affect the mind with Eros' fantasies all day.
My music is but a weak imitation of love's tender embrace,
Which so moves the soul, without translation through the inconstant mind,
And my soul is therefore better revealed by kissing thy lovely face
Than through any medium of science or art that thou or I could find.
When we touch, we fly, and are no longer of the binding Earth.
Our flesh becomes a moist medium by which our spirits enter
Each other and then to higher worlds, each higher level a higher birth.
Yet the tremendous power that moves us so is not there but within thy center.
How canst thou deny thy rights to ascend to these highest of heights,
Or deny me thy lovely instrument so necessary for these flights?

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A Favorite... - 5/9/2004 11:14:46 AM

sanna

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Greetings,

This is one of my favorites...

Shakespeare Sonnet 57

"Being your slave, what should I do but tend
Upon the hours and times of your desire?
I have no precious time at all to spend,
Nor services to do, till you require
Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour
Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you,
Nor think the bitterness of absence sour
When you have bid your servant once adieu;
Nor dare I question with my jealous thought
Where you may be, or your affairs suppose,
But, like a sad slave, stay and think of naught,
Save where you are how happy you make those.
So true a fool is love that in your will,
Though you do anything, she thinks no ill.

Respectfully,
sanna

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RE: A Favorite... - 5/9/2004 1:00:36 PM

DrFaustus

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Thank you. I hadn't remembered that one. It was so nice of you to post it.

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