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Sonnets are full of love
Sonnets are full of love, and this my tome
Has many sonnets: so here now shall be
One sonnet more, a love sonnet, from me
To her whose heart is my heart's quiet home,
To my first Love, my Mother, on whose knee
I learnt love-lore that is not troublesome;
Whose service is my special dignity,
And she my loadstar while I go and come
And so because you love me, and because
I love you, Mother, I have woven a wreath
Of rhymes wherewith to crown your honored name:
In you not fourscore years can dim the flame
Of love, whose blessed glow transcends the laws
Of time and change and mortal life and death.
by Christina Rossetti
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Sorrow fills in for love
Sorrow fills in for love once you are gone
Beneath the cold dark earth to rest your head
And lie forever in your earthen bed
While in the world you left, my life moves on.
As mourners, now hushed quiet, on were led;
They sense a moment, and a loving son;
The tearful footfall to the grave they tread,
Then wet with tears my face with memories shone.
Each melancholy man has honest toil
To last him long, and one may say some lives
Can seem too short between the womb and tomb;
With sense of loss a child is overcome.
Come ye a mo, amass, and sow some soil;
Once Heaven ends, a monument survives.
'A poet says...' by your son, Chris
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