Antonio Carlos DeFeo - Sonnet XXIII lyrics
[Antonio Carlos DeFeo - Sonnet XXIII lyrics]
Is it indeed so? If I lay here dead
Is it indeed so? If I lay here dead
Wouldst thou miss any life in losing mine?
And would the sun for thee more coldly shine
Because of grave damps falling round my head?
I marvelled, my Beloved, when I read
Thy thought so in the letter i am thine –
But… so much to thee? Can I pour thy wine
While my hands tremble? Then my soul, instead
Of dreams of death
Resumes life’s lower range then, love me
Love! look on me–breathe on me!
As brighter ladies do not count it strange
For love, to give up acres and degree
I yield the grave for thy sake, and exchange
My near sweet view of heaven
For earth with thee!
Is it indeed so? If I lay here dead
Wouldst thou miss any life in losing mine?
And would the sun for thee more coldly shine
Because of grave damps falling round my head?
I marvelled, my Beloved, when I read
Thy thought so in the letter i am thine –
But… so much to thee? Can I pour thy wine
While my hands tremble? Then my soul, instead
Of dreams of death
Resumes life’s lower range then, love me
Love! look on me–breathe on me!
As brighter ladies do not count it strange
For love, to give up acres and degree
I yield the grave for thy sake, and exchange
My near sweet view of heaven
For earth with thee!