Sonnet IIA Poem by Dietrich von Crowe
Amongst the perfect stars and space betwixt,
There sits a garden strewn with life serene, And ‘gainst the blossoms stands a wall transfixt As if ‘t were rapt in beauty unforeseen. Within the boundary, next the irises And lavish lilies, fulsome roses vie With belladonna "though desirous ‘t is To know affection’s praise without decry" For man’s unbroken interest in allure. Yet whilst these flowers gather all remark, There stays in shadowed sites a breed obscure That only legend knows outside the dark: ‘T is said ‘t is beautified beyond a name Distinct, thus wallflower it so became. © 2011 Dietrich von CroweReviews
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