Sonnet Cvi:

CVI King Midas, walking through his realm of old, Moved not more grandly than did we today Across the buttercups that paved our way, And made our path a stretch of shining gold. The flocks of care slept soundly in their fold, No mist of sadness on our spirits lay, A thousand joys before us ran at play And in the flowers with baby laughter rolled. Strange heart of man! but yesterday I said, 'My lips on earth will never smile again; Henceforth I wander in perpetual shade.' Today you led me down yon golden glade-- The common product of the sun and rain-- And see, Beloved, how love has been repaid!