sonnet 3 "prologue"

Sonnet 3 (epilogue)

To the sweet verse poem in my memories

I reckon thee and to thee I shall see,

The quietness at quietude--- that please,

With an old tune, lest returning to me:

I travelled with thee in such a journey,

And found in there, where I could remember,

The sound of quite lass, that brings the day

To where concealed from concealing days o'er:

In such a leafy spot of place, I sigh,

For the time, the faces of dear moments,

Hath gone and drowned an eye looking up high;

And found that yesterdays bemoaned to learnt

But if I spent my days in silent way,

Therewith I smile for I just dreamed of thee

                                                  vanofdawn2011