Sonnet 20

Sonnet 20

You went mellifluous diamond music, sadly
The green lips, and the green sun not a joy
The flowers dwelled your heart, not took gladly
Or else did what with pain in your annoy?

If the good truthfulness of sweeter sounds
By the nice novaturient words with my ear
My darling, my love made you that confounds
The heroic horses in my heart bear

To now one sweet string, not save for other
The luminary of soul ordering
Hey, I want you would be a great mother
But faded time not one the green dancing

Still raw song with bored serendipity
Spreading the sad space, yellow withered beauty.