Sonnet, There Is A Garden (From, The Lost Sonnets)

There is a garden with the summer sun Full of laughter and true flowers for all, Beautiful and strong others weaker and small Carrying colors turning pleasures on; All in the hours when blooming are so bon And green comes the garden outside a wall, Going through fine moments before the fall When in sallow leaves all the colors run. Passing through time like the colors so full Giving the green an agreeable occasion, All what is fair will always be growing; Now Easter coming new pleasures to pull After the darkness that gave its corrosion, When winter was dark and it's still snowing.