Sonnet, Light Of Plummet Days

Light of plummet days is now here going by
Filling hours with slumber brightness on
The fields are luminous with noon sky
Oh heart of songs will be here - until gone
Each new tone still gaily yonder ahead
Filling the weeks with something of its bright
Love is like I know - never gone to dead
For still there is too much of summer’s light!

Come fill my heart with threads of feelings fine
So I may know how much these views are dear
And every day be worthy of its sunshine
In giving colors that life’s joy could steer
Still music fills the fields in summer’s shade
Though every tone singings now somber made

by Peter S. Quinn

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