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Sonnet Written In Holy Week At Genoa

Rating: 2.9
I WANDERED in Scoglietto's green retreat,
The oranges on each o'erhanging spray
Burned as bright lamps of gold to shame the day;
Some startled bird with fluttering wings and fleet
Made snow of all the blossoms, at my feet
Like silver moons the pale narcissi lay:
And the curved waves that streaked the sapphire bay
Laughed i' the sun, and life seemed very sweet.
Outside the young boy-priest passed singing clear,
"Jesus the Son of Mary has been slain, 10
O come and fill his sepulchre with flowers."
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Mizzy ........ 01 September 2016
Most enjoyable sonnet to read.
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Fabrizio Frosini 17 May 2016
again... already posted.. :)
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