All English Sonnets
With lift of shoulders, lips in gesture pursed,
We both conveyed our feelings. Likelihood
of meeting was remote. We conversed,
In signs by lovers known and understood.
At night, in dreams, we promises gave and kept
And whitened heat of passion satisfied.
With eagerness awakened, loudly wept,
To find it all a dream. Horrified
At this illusion, we our misery cursed.
We think then all our meetings incomplete,
By hope of meeting all our ailments nursed,
And hopes of meeting rise but finally cheat.
I kept on waiting for you every night,
But every night it’s barren like to-night.