One Hundred and Fifty-Five Sonnets - 75. envious

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Sonnet No. 149

Is there anything as warm as a human smile? –

A thing more endeared to greater felicity;

That can turn on one with the warmth of the sun’s style;

Or a safer place to build domesticity?

Awake the day, my husband, with your kind beaming –

Show the sun just what paradise is like,

And melt my cares like some vapors scheming

To creep over the sill of my heart and strike.

For this morning, the sun is rising in my arms –

And I can see my soul is made but nothing of

The reflected gold bright enough to erase harms,

And also mirror back to me a face in love.

Let us build a home for one another in there,

And be settled down, no matter how, when, or where.

Sonnet No. 150

The day awaits, so let’s embrace it, dear –

Let our bed sheet fly to every corner,

So to the night past, we’re not a mourner,

But with sails set, to our delights we’ll steer.

To you, warrior, I’m charioteer –

An Apollo to your bright blazoner,

And to your worship, a practitioner,

For my knight, you are my brave cavalier!

So up with you already, dearest boy,

The hours of our roving await us,

And with Fate itself, we’ll find we can toy,

As our kisses greet sky in perfect buss,

Then pause a moment, stilled by quiet joy,

To make the clouds and flowers envious.

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