Sonnet 25

The mellifluous sun - the nicest day Made the moon be the poet with my cloak For the wandering clouds in my sweet way Keeping the nice fairy in light green smoke The love luminary not be broken To dry life on my wind-beaten sad face For be not more painful that I could speak That has never cured my bitter disgrace: Nor being a vile shame has torn my grief Serendipity, yet time was the boss Controlling a love that was weak relief Be sad in the heart, on the black moon’s cross Hey, the novaturient tears were diamond sheds! And now, they are the lips with all ill deeds.