Oliver Goldsmith

(10 November 1730 – 4 April 1774 / County Longford / Ireland)

A Sonnet


WEEPING, murmuring, complaining,
Lost to every gay delight;
MYRA, too sincere for feigning,
Fears th' approaching bridal night.

Yet, why impair thy bright perfection?
Or dim thy beauty with a tear?
Had MYRA followed my direction,
She long had wanted cause of fear.

Submitted: Wednesday, April 07, 2010

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