Sonnet 588

The sweet precious joys of a new found love
Can raise up spirits and inflame the heart
As though a gift bestowed by heav’n above
On opening, did ecstasy impart.
Such clarity of eye now smites the sight!
All earthly colors rich beyond compare!
All future promise, darkness dare not blight!
Eternal gladness rising on the air!
But many prizes wear not well with time;
Fair baubles treasured may yet common grow
As every pleasure here once deemed sublime,
On daily measure, loses lusters’ glow.
All gifts of gilt and glitter dull with play—
While those of merit grow in worth each day.

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved/

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