A Sonnet The Third

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Phoebe

A Sonnet The Third

What ask’d virtue that is love, I wonder,

That accustom’d to the world I hold dear,

A concept of thought under warm cov’rs,

Despite this, thou art more a thing to fear,

 

And yet, I gaze on without lustful eyes,

For neither is rotting of virgin heart,

But, I lament naught seeing thou art’s highs,

Temp’rament more bound to thou than apart,

 

Seeking one’s heart is not but tied apart,

A brill’iant stroke of luck sought naught but here,

To love more deeply judge than on a fart,

Foreways I see marr’iage coming yonder,

 

What can thy say about love to thou’est,

To explain rath’r than to wrong a jest?

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Poetry comes nearer to vital truth than history.

Plato (BC 427-BC 347) Greek philosopher.

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