Peter S. Quinn
Sonnet 126, Oh Give Tinctures - Poem by Peter S. Quinn
Oh give tinctures of the orchid beautiful,
So richly by day - and darkly by night!
I do not want colours that fade, or are dull,
And only need those that are fair and are bright.
Like the pleasures and longings - dilating round,
Moments of the blossoms in memory stand still;
All on earth that in spring and in summer's found,
Lovable thoughts, that away the dull may kill.
Reserved for my eyes - and God who's above,
Perfect in shape and the meteor of the heart;
Flowery blossoms for each occasion and love,
Fragrance that comes through the air - to impart.
Variants I love, if knowledge I gain,
Thoughts are like colours - not always too plain.
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