Of mee, my love, hath she my bounty seen,
And hath she of this bounty seen but all;
Hath seen, as heard, and felt, my music play;
If that I love, or that were truly mine;
Hath watched me towering creations glean,
In theory penned, or realised, standing tall;
Hath known the speed at which, once under way,
Some skill, once undertaken, I refine;
Hath seen me write of love, or vent my spleen;
With verse or prose delight her or appal;
Hath she the whole of me, in full display;
Doth praise; with admiration, doth enshrine.
Between such adulation and enthral;
Pray, shall I tell, of that I know, of thine?
This sonnet is part of a short sequence; click here to read it all:
Ah, this is one of my favorites! It has a surrounding aspect…
I like this! BTW, You and your Beautiful Love may get a smile out of this, when you get the time. http://kanzensakura.com/2013/10/10/the-dancing-crinoline-a-story-of-the-carolina-cherry-blossom
Thank you. I am not quite sure, but I believe #8 of this sequence is my personal favourite–at least at the present moment.
I am looking now at your post.