Exercise, based upon Shakespeare’s Sonnet 73

That might of spring you may in my self see
When spanking leaves, as green-light founts, do wave
On swaying boughs by frolic airs set free,
Fresh-painted choirs, where baby birds tweet brave.
In me you see the laughter of such day
As after sunrise every highway’s best,
A-gleam with honest hope of guiding ray,
Life’s central soul, that strikes on to the west.
In me you see that lazering of fire
That to a target far does lift and fly,
As on a wind-storm of controlled desire,
Creating its own eye to sight it by.
This you perceive, which makes your love more strong,
To love that well which draws you, too, along.

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