SONNET 91
The wind lies receptive cove, better the blanket
Ties the wishes hiving evenings hurt, our sun's piece
Drew pieces mirth, he recalls, completing bunk beds
Idle and fin'lly cool; with gold 'sif star-fired fleece
Strained palm leaves call'ng, night and day, us in diff'rent hues.
In unions fly his temple true of walls, that were
No longer walls, but toned touching as touches knew;
the tombs of yester-night desert our pool hither
Such sparks thithered, that insuff'rable paint blotch soothe
Vague, yet better'n opaque, in shielding leaved autumn crust
transfer then cloudless prove, those facades now more couth
Than facades transfused well shadows dew, once dark, trusts --
his immured, fanged the mouth like Cassius away.
Now, sunder knitt'd enjoys outside and in we lay.
