Song to Himeros

i conceived the thoughts referred in this sonnet a year ago, only this year i made up my mind for the title, which i find best summing my emotions in words.

No matter how much effort to repress

Thoughts of fair Isis' mortal countenance,

This unfortunate bard is then depress('d)

Lethe would not provide the performance

He seeks to wash away the fair image

Embedded and burned in his fickle mind,

Even the wisdom of the revered mage

Nay make all his troubles be left behind,

Nor the larks of the highest breed and their songs

Suppress the longing of his weary heart.

What a fool! To grieve to Lune all night long

With the dregs of passion from fondness dart.

The skies from deep blue to dark crimson hue

His mind shifts till morbid Thanatos due.