Shall I Say Thee To The Eye Of The Sky?
Shall I say thee to the eye of the sky?
Of whom the beauty sleep when twilight shine
or thine of morn star with dark sheens at eye?
Shall I say to thee as stars and moon dine?
Though ripples drip and the sky loss its sight
And April sun is dim with shinny ray,
Thy skin is fresh as snow of whom I d'light
So this give I to you, so good a day.
Your beauty encamp the sun in its day
The beauty that shines wild at shadowed night
You're the morning sunrise of dusky day
The tweeting lips of yours could make a write.
Thy six feet enchants not your bea'tiful eye
Nor could death take the pride define divine
Smile at me with gloomy glee of thy eye;
For this I give to you as knitt'ng entwine.
"words from the innocent mind"