Love Sonnet 87: 'I watch the seagulls fly shouting your name, '
I watch the seagulls fly shouting your name,
Should in your isle, you walk along the brine,
Would you fancy to play this childish game,
To hear the bird cries sound like name of mine?
The moon reminds me of your gleaming face,
Against a flaxen hair, the shade of dawn,
The world between us seemed so small a space,
To separate a love angels did spawn;
For we have hung our dreams farther up high,
Beyond the reach of nightmares and goodbyes,
Or faithlessness that leaves the night to die,
Dreamless, as when true hope and sleep denies;
......I need not see the gulls, nor hear them shout,
......Your sweet name comes just readily about.
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