- Sonnet I
Those ancient stars won't pass through morning's light,
But meanwhile they align themselves in love
With Luna's glow. They kiss the sky all night,
While heaven's joy rains fondly from above.
And as the earth in darkness rests beneath,
Small tapers shine, and romance fills the skies;
With whispered vows, the starlets form a wreath
To grace the blushing moon's entrancing eyes.
But just when loving silence has been found,
The fair horizon of Dawn's brow is seen,
And traces of her radiance abound
With night's receding shades still in between.
Although those loving stars and moon must yield,
Come night, once more they shall regain the field.
