To His Love (i)

…from the quills of the dead white poets

Edmund Spenser (15521599)

Mark when she smiles with amiable cheer,

And tell me whereto can ye liken it:

When one each eyelid sweetly do appear

An hundred graces as in shade to sit.

Likest it seemeth in my simple wit

Unto the fair sunshine in summer’s day:

That when a dreadful storm away is flit,

Through the broad world doth spread his goodly ray:

At sight whereof each bird that sits on spray,

And every beast that to his den was fled

Cometh forth afresh out of their late dismay,

And to the light lift up their drooping head.

So my storm beaten heart likewise is cheered,

With that sunshine when cloudy looks are cleared.

/from Amoretti, Sonnet XL/

About Paul Jacko

Jacko was born in Czechoslovakia not long before the communist putsch in February 1948. He studied industrial chemistry there and left in 1969 for Australia, where he became a lawyer and established his own practice. He has now retired and beside hunting, fishing, camping, prospecting and playing golf he amuses himself by writing.
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