Sonnet 577

Dear Poetry, sweet mistress of the mind,

You lead me to fond gardens of delight

To there seduce by golden voice in kind

While love and lust fair virgin rhymes bedight.

There heart to heart a primal beat entwines

Lone souls as one in precious evensong,

Where marching measure cadenced into rhyme

Leads to that place beyond the madding throng.

So shall we meet by light of sun or moon

Or on those darkling eves when no beams fall,

By candled verse to dance in simple tunes

Where lyric lines of cursive lilt enthrall.

You are my first and ever lasting love;

No rune of flesh could yet my heart so move.

Loubert S Suddaby poems