Given the day of the month, I have found it proper to post something romantic.
Judge not you these wishes petty,
---, my dearest wholly.
Every moment precious being,
Great the silent costs in choosing
May appear, and hesitation
Answers every final question.
Worries wait below your smile,
Worries which I am not able
To make void and dissipated
Right away, and haven't settled
Rationally- for with reason
We may only want to lessen
Anxiousness about the places
Long arrived at by our choices.
Goods received in contemplation,
Progress through detente and caution
Might be best, their gains the surest.
Triumphs, though, which are the greatest
Trust away vocation's details,
Trust so purely nothing rivals
This devotion to a future,
Find in notions of this pleasure
Highest peace and highest order,
Striving e'er for nothing further.
How could two, ensouled and trying,
Not be happy in their ending?
Happy St. Valentine's Day!
3 Comments:
What a sweet poem, it is very nice! And the lady you dedicated it to is quite lucky! :) Happy St. Valentine's!
Burkeanly traditional indeed! But also Burkeanly flexible: I notice that this present poem is NOT A SONNET. What's next, decimal coinage?
ta, lad
Susannah
You didn't mention anything about hotties!?
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