sonnet 139 of 228 to my muse...



Sonnet 12/03/04                     DCCCLXXXIX

I kiss her fingers, and rub tired feet
Until the daily toil fades into rest.
I seek her smile: It would my day complete
That she might sleep in arms by her touch blessed.
I wish I could her dreams ensure, with all
The power of my heart: To see her sleep
With smile- My soul would to the heavens call,
In thanks for such sweet gift, that dream not weep.
She is far more than dream can know, but less
Than some of my desires: I would be liar
To say I would not wish for love. I guess
I'll be content with dreams, by her inspired.
To muse I give my heart, and all the dreams
That moonlight might allow to form hope's schemes.