Out of time's cramped oblivion let Your gentle nature shake glad tomorrows That goes all honied now with sorrow And walks in shrouds of sighs blaspheming heaven 5 That ever spiked such bitter in your palette Which only youthful sweetness had leavened. Do not tread in anger at the skies Which melt and change indifferent to men And all their waste of importuning cries. 10 Return to dewy looks of love again And let the sad house of death, draped with pall, The merry carpenter delight reframe And with each love-look build new chapel halls Arched against the tart recurrence of your pain.
From the collection "XXX Sonnets"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
More information available on gregglory.com.