All English Sonnets
My lips were parched with thirst, when I saw
A crystal watered river flowing fast.
I crawling went to it with heave and haw
My dried up soul—to its waters cast.
But nearing it, well- willed to sorrows drown,
I noticed on its surface ripples dance
And manifold its impish charm enhance.
To me but to look like irritated frown.
On my arrival peeved and disturbed,
I sat then on its bank’s though mortified
Deliberately all my cravings curbed
And on its banks thirsty thirsty died.
With open arms, the doors that don’t receive
I enter not- Oh! life , I take your leave.