Sonnet to My Wife

We two were married in another time,

When gentlemen paid court to ladies fair,

And joy could raise a song of sense and rhyme,

And families had lifelong smiles to share.

Long years of memory enrich our love.

But life for us burns down to ruddy coals,

And fades the morning flower, and sighs the dove.

Though frayed the cord that binds to earth our souls,

Thy words demure still wield a power of bliss.

In thy fond look and light caress still lies

A girlish tenderness. The brow I kiss

Is still the crown of sweet, alluring eyes.

Mine eyes tire not of thee, on thee abide,

For still in thee they find mine only bride.



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