Forever Sonnets (Poetry Blog)

O, Mossy Fane              O, Mossy Fane Beside the brook that sang by Eden’s glade, Stood my small bower of meek and mossy wood; There first mine eyes, like weeping rose, displayed Their dawn in Savior’s smile, so purely good. The splendid sun on fair Varendra shone, While April’s birds in emerald branches played; And Mother’s voice, with sweet old visions drawn, Made holy even-song within the shade. The shallow winds came dancing through my room, Then fled, then came, like angels crowned with spring; And green-tressed flowers upon the river's bloom Did bend and hearken while the panes did sing O mossy fane, you are a lost Paradise to me, My bosom still weeps beside your sacred tree. ---Affaq N Affaq  #ForeverSonnets  #PoetAffaq  #AffaqPoemHunterDotCom 

O’ winged herald, hence, over the hills afar, What sees you in this visage, wan and deep? A barren field, where joy's radiant fading star Leaves only shadows, where dark sorrows sleep. The dust of pain does cloak my weary way, A heavy heart, and a burden hard to bear, No soul can know depths, where sorrows weigh  Nor find repose, nor ease this dark despair. A tale unsung, a grief beyond all the art, Mine errors known, a melancholy’s plea, If none does whisper, then folly tears apart, Your songs of joy bring naught but grief to me. Depart, sweet bird, leave me to fate's decree, Beneath this tree, where solace waits for me ©Affaq