You had grown quiet in a snowy field, Stood a little near the fence, did not move But led sleeping flakes on your blushing tongue to yield Their bodies back to water, misting love. 5 How like those little crystals, though in large, My solemn wishes harmless fall on your magnificence To dissolve in the huge waters of your marge And, losing all themselves, add nothing to your sense. For you are more, in your silent warmth, 10 Like constant earth that wears seasons for her veils, Changing summer green for autumn's gaiety,-- More constant, more true, more everything of worth Than the fretful melts that touch your least detail And must, with touching, the seasons of their being interchange, 15 Losing their winter dignity in your kissing spring.
From the collection "XXX Sonnets"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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