Nothing is in a little space confined, And, once, confined, is finished in its effects; Not so the love that your eyes divines, In speculation out-vying philosopher's packs, 5 In dwelling on what has no inward bound-- The sovereign rarity of a single soul-- Blessed with magnifying power to catch sounds, Showing your dimmest whisper true to all; That love which your eye to all eyes shows 10 In universal application spills, Healing sick knots of hate that in loved bowers grow, Erasing from men's sins their stain of ill. As there is no staying of the sun by obstinate night, So there is no caging of such love's light.
From the collection "XXX Sonnets"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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