When you said, “Here, I thou grant my blessing
Engrave thy soul with it and keep through thick and thin”
I took this gift without second guessing
A promise made solemn that to behold my queen
From sail to land, from hours to days
It follows and retakes my lead
Oh, what a burden of your grace
I chose unwisely as my creed
Under this good likewise on easy stroll
In words and notes I did inclose my cravings
For in night orisons I still recall
That in your temple once I felt live presence
But was it an eidolon seen on stained glass
Or did I recognize a goddess in a lass?
Sonnet 4 Euterpe
© Copyright: Запах Сарсапарели, 2018
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