Sonnet to the Beloved

Rays of sunshine sweepeth o’er the landscape
As in thine eyes I find my own fine escape, 
Nor do I drape the morn in sorrow unbesought, 
But rejoice in such blessed gift thou hast brought,
And from thee so true should I foolishly turn away
T’would be to make dark night out of beauteous day;
Ah! No, ne’er shall I away from thy presence walk
But by thy side ere stay and thy very footsteps stalk,
For thou has brought unto even me thy pleasure
That in mine heart shall I ere and forever treasure,
For thou thyself art my bright and morning star
Come with love from above in heaven so far;
Ah! the sunshine sweepeth o’er the landscape
As in thine eyes I find my own fine escape!

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