All English Sonnets
That lovely night of love and understanding,
That blessed sacred happy, happy night,
When restless Time appeared to be standing,
And everything appeared to be right.
A shinning god like and celestial light,
Permeated everything; ( not withstanding,
The unforgiving viciousness of plight).
It continued increasing and expanding
With singleness of purpose so outstanding
It made the soul’s darkest corners bright
And Time tarried at the day’s landing,
That blessed, sacred happy, happy night.
Is still a source of blissful memory
Though you are inaccessible to me.