All sonnets of the past I bid Adieu,
To type today this sonnet just for you:
If only Marlowe I could emulate,
Or had Lord Byron’s magic metric skill,
Or dip like Burns, the true poetic quill
In Helicon’s pure fountains crystal fill:
Then o’er Parnassus I would escalate
To top the topmost towers with my rhymes
And be the very Shakespeare of our times!
The Universe itself I would unfold
And like the alchemist turn lead to gold:
One single line for Evelyn just one line,
To catch the cosmos just to you from me,
Both Health and Happiness I wish for thee!
And here I sign for Evelyn,
George.
From a poem by Christina Rossetti…x
abelmoir 
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