O, sweet night's music call's not on my weary eyes' unrest. What fair effect hast in my head been laid. Or I who unsway'd a dream, the love a dream does express. Under what covetous hand hast laid forth deem'd eye's dream that thou hast tempteth all my love's use. What dream hast brought nightly rest to mine eye's. 'Tis that a dream laid by thou, my profound muse. I speak'st from my disposed tongue. In beauty's bosom dost render'd love lay. And what dream hast breath'd sweet rest in my lung. For it is in beauty's name with which the sweet music of love's strength dost play.
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Author:
Sefrin (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 17th, 2017 15:44
- Comment from author about the poem: This was written after a dream of mine that was of my love. The dream occurred the night I confessed my love.
- Category: Love
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- Users favorite of this poem: Fay Slimm.
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Comments1
A tender bounty of linguistic word-play which delights with its expert use of the archaic. - - I love the delicate use of Shakespearean language Sefrin - a favourite with me for sure .
This really warms my heart. Thank you very much, Fay!
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