All English Sonnets
You came to me on tiptoe, unannounced,
The fleeting Time was frozen in its tracks
To do obeisance to this moment. Lacks
And woe-be-gone penury were renounced.
Just for a moment by my sore existence,
Where seconds jostle with instinctive haste
And hurry with a monotonous persistence
To prove my unimportance, lay me waste
The beauty of that lovely, perfect moment.
( That neither had a future, nor, no past,
Which rustled like a dream in its ferment;
And like a dream was, in a moment, lost),
Has lived with me forever, ever lingers,
And probs my senses with its velvet fingers.