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A Sonnet in the Style of Shakespeare
When golden Sol doth kiss the waking day,
And chide the moon to hide her pallid face,
Mine eyes, though weary, find a sweeter way—
To gaze upon thy form with heav'nly grace.
Thy voice, more tun'd than lark at break of morn,
Doth charm the winds and still the rolling seas;
No rose, though newly from her thorny born,
Can boast the hue that blooms upon thy cheeks.
Yet time, that thief, will steal thy beauty hence,
And leave but shadows where thy glory shone.
But love, unmark’d by fate or time's offense,
Shall live in verse though flesh and bloom be gone.
So read these lines when youth from thee shall part,
And know thou ever dwell’st within my heart. 1 reply
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