Friday, May 5, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

297
Who are you O Fair? Now what do you want?
Come to see me in the dead hour of midnight,
In my orchard, over my head why do you haunt?
Yea! Not in the full moon, but in pure dim light,
Yea! Tell me what is your purpose to come in?
In beautiful white, red, greed and golden dress,
To make me frighten or my poor heart to win;
With lovely grace on shoulder hanging tress,
Why do you not talk to me in darkness, speak?
Yea! Her silence has in heart something new,
To me to say but her night behavior too meek
As on the red sore in moon light evening dew,

O Fair! Soul goes up and body remains here
But to make soul happy intention must be fair