Hush

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Hush

Sonnet

Grudge me not O sun for I eschew thy rays,
Thy paltry dawns alighting the brows of men.
Grudge me not O night for I outgrow thy preparation,
Thy gracious womb nursing us all in patience.

What to me is thy zephyr O virginal spring,
Lulling hearts of men with amorous passion.
How dull thy brightnesses O summer season,
All thy noons of reason burdensome and tiring.

Only a pittance of musing is thine O moon,
Waxing and waning to a vain fickle rhythm.
All sounds thine O music a sonorous hum
To nudge the drowsy babe to sweetly swoon.

O hush all firefly splendours and little beauty quiver
For now arrives Master of Radiances, my Paramour!