John Suckling (Джон Саклинг)

At A Wedding

Her feet beneath her petticoat
Like little mice, stole in and out,
As if they feared the light.
And oh! She dances such a way
No sun upon an Easter day
Is half so fine a sight. 

1. Sonnet I
2. Sonnet II
3. A Doubt of Martyrdom
4. Loving And Beloved
5. When, Dearest, I But Think of Thee

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