nicole is an amazing reader, especially by pale viney lamplight, no? we tried several takes on this one walking down the street, being accosted by vagabonds, and after several near-misses with trees and street lamps, finally found this lovely patch of garden which turned out perfect for sonneteering.
thank you nicole — for giving us on sunday the gift of sonnet!
see ya tomorrow all
Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took,
And each doth good turns now unto the other:
When that mine eye is famish’d for a look,
Or heart in love with sighs himself doth smother,
With my love’s picture then my eye doth feast
And to the painted banquet bids my heart;
Another time mine eye is my heart’s guest
And in his thoughts of love doth share a part:
So, either by thy picture or my love,
Thyself away art resent still with me;
For thou not farther than my thoughts canst move,
And I am still with them and they with thee;
Or, if they sleep, thy picture in my sight
Awakes my heart to heart’s and eye’s delight.