SONNET

Thou art the morning scent by breezes blown

And thus thou fill the golden earth and sky

Thou art tho' known and yet remain unknown

Thou grant thy touch but sight of thee deny.

        I let the void take form of thee in mind

        I keep thy feel in heart, thy looks in soul

        Thy beauty hath me turned to world how blind

        I seek lone heavenly ye from pole to pole.

Thou came as life to spread in everyday

And dost alight,my Love,in dreams of night

But not before the open eyes thou stay

And bound by age I cant like thee have flight.

     I mark in Nature whole thy red of smile

   But canst it own,and can't the heart beguile.