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Sonnet

Alas, that June should come when thou didst go;
I think you passed each other on the way;
And seeing thee, the Summer loved thee so
That all her loveliness she gave away;
Her rare perfumes, in hawthorn boughs distilled,
Blushing, she in thy sweeter bosom left,
Thine arms with all her virgin roses filled,
Yet felt herself the richer for thy theft;
Beggared herself of morning for thine eyes,
Hung on the lips of every bird the tune,
Breathed on thy cheek her soft vermilion dyes,
And in thee set the singing heart of June.
And so, not only do I mourn thy flight,
But Summer comes despoiled of her delight.

Credit


This poem is in the public domain. 

About this Poem


"Sonnet" was published in April Twilights (The Gorham Press, 1903).

Author


Willa Cather

Willa Cather was born near Gore, Virginia, in 1873.

Date Published: 1903-01-01

Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/sonnet-4