Sonnet For My Youth
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Mihaela Pirjol
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The annual withering of body;
Primeval herbage of my soul alive;
Transformed all by Time that's never tardy
To arrive, —interfering in my life.
And I wonder where have my years gone; —
Gone from my life that passed me by unfelt,
And leaved me reminiscing all alone:
So broken-hearted, tired, and bereft
Of all my beauty, energy, and love.
When my appearance melted all the hearts
Which once set eyes on me; as did my dove:
Where is the angel of my youth which hurts?
Come! Bring me a drop of your elixir:
Tantalise me softly with your vigour!
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