SONNET
My heart will never, never be yours alone. Too many things I .love, to speak, the lie: Red tides of sunset breaking on the sky, Slow twilights and the first rose blown To fiery splendour on a day in spring; Cold mountain water passionate and strong And- wild with music, and the sharp, ■ - sweet song ’ ’ ’■ Of birds when day has folded like a wing. ’ ■ - ’ ~ - My head will lie’upon-your, shoulder ■ .. deep - ■ : ' ■. >. ■ > Into the night; and I shall find you fair . ■ And swing the gates, to Heaven in my sleep , •; ■ • Beside you, -breathing the fragrance of your hair.,.. .■ . And though my lips shall always seek ; your own, My heart will never, never be yours alone. /, / •■ ' —Daniel Whitehead. Hicky.
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Dominion, Volume 27, Issue 70, 15 December 1933, Page 7
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117SONNET Dominion, Volume 27, Issue 70, 15 December 1933, Page 7
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