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Sonnet 17/01/08                                  MLXVIII

Night sky holds a bright waning moon, but I
Hold only hopeless dream: Muse is too far
In time and miles to hope to hear reply.
How can heart hope when silence fair dreams bar?
Should I try to remember, or forget
What thought of her once gave? Is there a chance
That shadow of dream might return, to let
Lost hopes lead heart to memory of romance?
Night's bitter chill, without my muse to lend
The dream to brighten darkness, or give heat
To passions cooled by empty nights. What end
Can heart hope for, but to lost dreams repeat?
Do hopes, or fears, or tears matter at all,
When I cannot for muse's soft words call?