All English Sonnets
In your presence, time so quickly flies
That no account is kept or can be kept,
And in these exercises not a dept,
I fail to check my well-contented sighs.
Ah! dancing lashes and your gleaning eyes
Do make my blood flow richer in my veins,
And lend a verdant luster to the scenes
Impart a luminous color to the skies.
I pinch myself to find that wide awake
Are all my quick reactions and my cries,
And evidence of wakefulness. I take
A vow to keep awake. Slumber vies
With wakefulness and through, I make
Great effort, but my effort quickly dies.