Sonnet, Light Of Plummet Days

Light of plummet days is now here going by Filling hours with slumber brightness on The fields are luminous with noon sky Oh heart of songs will be here - until gone Each new tone still gaily yonder ahead Filling the weeks with something of its bright Love is like I know - never gone to dead For still there is too much of summer’s light! Come fill my heart with threads of feelings fine So I may know how much these views are dear And every day be worthy of its sunshine In giving colors that life’s joy could steer Still music fills the fields in summer’s shade Though every tone singings now somber made