Sonnet 401

One glorious night of heaven did entreat
My fancy to a walk beneath the stars,
Full rising moon of silver beams replete
Whose magic essence mesmerized the moors;
I looked up to that dome of diamonds bright
Where constellations twinkled tales of yore
And traced imagined etchings, light to light,
All named menageries my memory bore.
There faces of the gods looked down on me
‘Midst creatures of the past now locked in time,
But in one corner, east, above a tree
I saw your face marked out in points sublime;
Apt asterism of the one I love,
Celestial worth the gods alone to prove.

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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