I love you as the earth reveres the sun, As the sea receives the blessings of the moon And flowers bow their heads when day is done. Though all that beautiful is must pass too soon Not so my heart from sorrow's sleep awake, Once thought that nevermore would beauty deign To enter this house and in its bosom make Anew the wonder of love's hour again.
Poems Undated (1727)
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