For Miss Lindaly, without both mercury and syphilis.


Sonnet III - For Lindaly

Aye, my dearest, thou shall live
In the country I know thee so love
Vast forests, vineyards, to thee I give
Where no one can sully your glove

Pink fields as far as your eyes can gaze
More peaceful than a wantons bird
Do not let life's odd maze
Drive you away from your herd

To Valldemosa, Veneze dearest italy!
Go now, to stay, thou deserve it
To experience it not only as a simile
In the lush valleys to sit

Rome and Veneze, queenly and enchanting
Images in thy head, beautiful and haunting




Sonnet by Fleurette
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Written on 2007-08-31 at 18:47

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