to me amorous Descant joriy their green : . mine ! Sonnet. the smileing.Mornings shine, their Atire And in Breast, the in perfect Soys expire - happier Men: The Fields to all their monted Tribute bear : their little Lover the Birds complain: to him, that cannot hear, the because I weero hru .کر mour12 vain . more And weer FACSIMILE OF SONNET TO RICHARD WEST. |