Interlude

No fairer nymph did ever grace the meadows
Than where my silent way once its owner led
As on that noontide my mood with intent wed
I was felled by the urges that wandering blows.

To say that all I saw was a-flowering with gold
Would insult both those flowers and the gold
And though drunk, all I drank was airy wine
And charmed by all, all the land and air felt mine.

Whereof with all my drunken passion filled
Not only was sensual passion all I willed
Though all I had was all I suddenly froze.

Very air was sparkling with laughter fair and clean
That filled my veins what will could only mean -
To rip and rend the tassels of red red rose.

Today, a sonnet per day.