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Winter Blues In Rhapsody

When the Nightingale sings
in fields alive near woodlands green
grows the leaves & trees as meadows spring
in April comes relief.
For love has laid her sunset deep beneath
Summer days turn winter nights alone;
in Hell I smoke cold stoning grief.

For to love in all of you
and you to love no more.
To shiver troubled sorrow
in the shadows weary splendour;
‘Tis neither Love, nor Truth, but hollow
Fragile ruins cold & sore.
Sweet Light, lay night like once before

Sweet gal o'mine of you I pray
to sing new love in speeches
Of all the dreams of a thousand worlds
there be no worthier to seek
than you, my sweet in leaves of bliss
Your loveliness in increases
How sweet that near your lips a kiss
I'll sneak upon your cheek.

Bittersweet blues in rhapsody
That courts for favours kind.
If you could love as few do seek,
and dare to look behind, and see
that if this is your will then I
might shaken lose your gown of laurel leaves.

From Bermondsy to Highbury
and many southerly affairs
there sings no songbird in your likeness,
as one so sweet that flurries near my airs.
Pretty Lady, I pray your rumours kind,
Stay and lay awhile amidst this winters darkness
So I may sing again my song,
to you, it most belongs.
Wednesday, March 10, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: winter,blues
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