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Sonnet 09/09/03                         DCCCXLVII Rev B

A bright September day, and my heart dwells
Upon my muse: In dream I hold her near,
But I am still alone. I dare not steer
My hopes upon the path of which verse tells.
This dryad nurtures love: Her eyes cast spells
On heart and soul. I cannot dreams ignore,
Yet dare not desires for passion explore:
I could not risk all that from my dream wells.
I find in thought of muse I win heart's ease,
Though she excites me: I've found true desire,
But know not how to show how much I care.
I do not know if these words will muse please,
For I am not yet brave. Will she now tire
Of verses that but longings for her share?