Sonnet 5

Now comes the day when thou art no more here To prattle with me rend’ring soft delight As thy heart knew that mellow joy, clear, Untainted free from world’s many a plight. Transcending din of town, thy musical charm Reached me, raised beguiling mused rhyme Up the fathomless mind where love was firm And celebrated rather lovely clime. Never we thought of extrication of it– That tone which bound thy soul with tender strings To mine, for that was promising and fit For thy gay throat from which May’s music still rings. Fled away all those from me unaware, With thee who did to me a new life swear.