Sonnet 122, O Sweetest You... Poem by Peter S. Quinn

O sweetest you are under heavens sky,
You earth of growth and of prosperous youth;
To your soil I'll one day perish and die,
For that is my purpose and solely truth.
Every force given I return to thee,
Hopefully, have a lot of growth and strength,
Soil that lays before my feet, is of me,
Though now I dwell above ground for some length.
I must go about my doings as before,
That's any being only true destiny;
Till our day is done and we are no more,
'Cause from earth we are and again shall be.
Make each moment as glittering as gold,
And give of love, for that shall never mold.