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SAME OLD SONNET by RAY CLARKE ROSE

First Line: I WOULD A MOMENT OF MY TIME ENGAGE
Last Line: THAT ONE CAN'T FATHOM IT WITH FOURTEEN LINES.
Subject(s): BEAUTY; CREATIVE ABILITY; MAN-WOMAN RELATIONSHIPS; SONNET (AS LITERARY FORM); INSPIRATION; CREATIVITY; MALE-FEMALE RELATIONS;
I would a moment of my time engage
Shaping a sonnet to your lovely brow.
'T is understood, I think, that I must vow
That you 're the fairest maid of any age,
And that eons of time could not assuage
The grief with which I would behold you bow
Your head to weep, and I would not allow
The rolling worlds that dot the gilded page
Above to shine another fleeting hour,
Provided they—the stars—disturbed your sleep.
And I must speak about the hair that twines
Upon your brow like vines around a bower,
And I must tell you of my love, so deep
That one can't fathom it with fourteen lines.



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