Sonnet III: Her Praise

Her heart, so prayeth she, be still, this dream,
Wherein such favour, she recalleth, find;
Such things so little are, as may surprise:
So often unexpected, his attire;

In candlelight, he doth angelic seem
To glow, as though with Heaven’s light combined;
So oft remembered, sherry coloured eyes,
To her, do seem to light the world entire;

And dreameth of his words with such esteem,
So thrilling, when of heart, or though of mind;
Then beautiful his music, as so wise
She thought his words, as ever both inspire.

Supreme, thy praise doth find me; and so kind,
I blush to prize, my love–my heart’s desire.

This sonnet is part of a short sequence; click here to read it all:


10 responses to “Sonnet III: Her Praise

  1. You do understand. Of course, you always did…but it never ceases to amaze and charm me. You have put this so well. This is a very graceful piece of writing, my dear. It has given me a sense of peace and quiet joy this morning. Thank you.


    • Thank you very much. It is and was a very embarrassing sequence to undertake. I am happy that it speaks to a few people. Imagine, if you will: As I take notes and other remembrances about me–idealisations, certainly : ), and put them in my own words for my sweetheart to read! It feels rather uncomfortably like “blowing ones own horn,” so to speak. But I pushed through my shyness and reticence and embarrassment, and gave her something I knew she would enjoy–even if it did embarrass the dickens, or perhaps the browning, out of me.


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