Sonnet 1

To my love

When I am wandering like a floating leaf,

As the hibernation of this separation has frozen.

And loneliness steals my vigor like a thief,

But longing for thou fevered my heart is driven.

Sometimes too cold the feathers of angel fell,

And often art their pallid complexion numbed;

And every fair from fair becomes always pale,

With all of my transparent emotion dimmed.

How hard to held the haar in the burning wind,

Could anyone sleep alone in love with peace;

Hath my resistance gone with thy fading mind,

But never would thy eternal affection decrease.

  Yet, do thy worst, old Time. Despite thy wrong,

  My love shall in my heart ever live young.