Can aught unite this nature’s pain and grace?
Can any magic unify these twain?
I wish to see the ending of this pain
Which lives eternal on thine ivory face.
Shall magic oversee to interlace
These two divergent themes which so profane
This wonderful ideal of our demesne
To depths of most unbearable disgrace.
My sister, will it ever be that I
Will have thee someday for my very own?
Or is this fantasy to justify
This perfect world which we have overthrown.
What kind of fools were we who ran away
From that which still we hope to have someday?
This sonnet is part of a short sequence; click here to read it all:
David Emeron: Sonnets 
this piece reminds me of someone….
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I hope that it is a good memory.
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can I share this in my fb page?
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Of course you may. Thanks for visiting!
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Truly heart-wrenching. Well done, my dear.
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When I play the first movement of the Moonlight all this comes out in tears, as you saw this evening.
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What kind of fool indeed. Cherry blossom time always brings out the melancholy in me – mono no aware. You and dear Mrs. E. I assume are home safe and sound and I am glad. and this sonnet sounded itself as I played my violin – your write very good music.
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We are indeed not yet home from our journey, though we are safe and sound : )
I sent an email to you only a few minutes ago.
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