Those words which should be said are hard to find
In times when pent emotions run on high —
Content to mimic myths of ancient kind
As if fair Thisbe, parting with a sigh.
[…]
The Damask’d Rose Would Blush
Across thy nose, a spray of freckles found.
Why would the Maker tarnish such a sight
As yours? You think to hide and pan the ground,
And only raise your eyes within the night.
[…]
Fourteen Lines
When fourteen lines are used to write a verse,
These fourteen lines, fond mem’ries oft recall —
Just fourteen lines? You ask. Well what is worse,
To use these fourteen lines or none at all?
[…]