Amatory Poems of Abel Shufflebottom, The - Sonnet 3

HE PROVES THE EXISTENCE OF A SOUL FROM HIS LOVE FOR DELIA .

Some have denied a soul! THEY NEVER LOVED .
Far from my Delia now by fate removed,
At home, abroad, I viewed her every where;
Her ONLY in the FLOOD OF NOON I see,
My Goadess Maid , my OMNIPRESENT FAIR ,
For LOVE annihilates the world to me!
And when the weary S OL around his bed
Closes the SABLE CURTAINS of the night ,
S UN OF MY SLUMBERS , on my dazzled sight
S HE shines confest. When every sound is dead ,
The SPIRIT OF HER VOICE comes then to roll
The surge of music o'er my wavy brain.
Far, far from her my Body drags its chain,
But sure with Delia I exist A SOUL .
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