To Sapheria: A Sonnet.

I dreamt I kissed thee on thy rosy cheek,
In bygone days, some yesteryear ago.
Thou didst incline, yet as thou didst not speak,
Thine absence made mine heart grow fonder so.

Now in another’s arms thou hast true love
whilst I am left wayfaring here alone.
The tides of time have brought joy to speak of.
Lo! That which thou hast, I have never known.

Perhaps heaven will gently heal mine heart
Which suffers but a superficial wound
I struggled to produce this work of art
and by it I was woefully consumed.

Herein, this misery of mine lies still,
as buried right beneath the ink and quill.