Sonnet III (poem)

a quivering deep within myself i feel

this mortal coil that strives to reach the stars

and slowly like the sweet shy bud in spring

sipping dew of heav’nly sweet nectar

unfurling petals of the brightest hue

and bathing in the radiant rays of Ra

soft, trembling with delight unmet by far

by any creature sharing mortal breath

more full yet than the halls in Zeus’ abode

of Pan’s enchanting tunes or bard’s sweet rhymes

outpourings of entrancing harmonies

fill earth and heavens with the sweetest songs.

and as the helpless bud i can but wait

till lover true doth save me from my fate.

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