These tear-stained flowers of a poet's mind,
Culled from my bosom, lay it wholly bare;
My heart's a garden: Love is sowing there
Sad elegies each with my longing signed.
You are their sun whose radiance, purblind,
I seek in vain at home and everywhere,
In theatre, on promenade and square,
Midst revels where the chains of dancers wind.
How often through the town with watchful eyes
I wander, praying for a fate more kind,
Yet catch no glimpse of that elusive prize.
I shed my tears to loneliness confined:
Hence all these songs which from my love arise;
They come from where no man can sunshine find.
A Wreath Of Sonnets (4/14)
France Preseren
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Poem topics: I love you, fate, heart, home, sad, sun, sunshine, wind, town, mind, garden, tear, square, glimpse, poet, I miss you, love, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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