Sonnet 19

I didn’t want you to live in vassalage No luminary, love was all of slaves Didn’t need to listen to the embassage Speaking the boring words, just the brick paves Poetic serendipity of mine, The wonderful Spring seems bare and shows it But I hoped the poem of ev’ry line Would be the ocean, sang and loved a bit Till the mellifluous star like moving From your graceful shape with fairy aspect Made me love on the mountain of loving And we caught the wind with a sweet respect Not novaturient, and how I could love you Till then you would be my nicest queen, too.