Sonnet, Before This Day (From, The Lost Sonnets) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Before this day from sight again's all gone
And reality beyond thy dreams have flown,
Into the world you have there for your own
When evening colors to the sky atone;
Where all the ways are in new virtue born
Like all the hearts and feelings can depone,
When dispute ways are from this instant thrown
And love is rising with the infant morn.

The silent thought of this night I don't fear
For feathers beyond twilight will be flown,
Thy heart will speak truthful when its behind;
For all of summer sunshine does appear
When fully peaceful seeds are up all grown,
And we too peaceful moments there shall find.