All English Sonnets
When daughters were at home, the time was great,
And full of clamor, hurry, noisy scenes,
Though silence was the sufferer. Says my mate,
“ Now silence only at, in this mansion reigns”.
Now fairies are not here; They are gone.
No laughter echoes from its lonesome walls.
And sitting in its lawns, all alone,
I hate its silence and its empty halls.
The time of tearful giggles is now over.
It can not be restored, backward turned,
And life has lost its purpose, every hour,
Is dreary and repentant and concerned.
And when reluctantly, I go to bed,
I go with dropping spirit, full of dread.