Sonnet 125, Oh Dreadful Sin Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Oh dreadful sin of lust and growing strain
That from dark garden bloom in shading grays
And with you momentarily wistful stays
Like that of shadows one who search in vain
Oh blackish crow so sinful in its drain
This is not light in this so fainting rays
When lust has taken each one's feelings lace
And given you affection which is not plain
Oh searching soul with man's eternal desire
Why have you stopped to burn so bright and clear
Like a candle flame you flicker lonesome night
And low you crawl and never go on higher
When best of virtues could be with you near
Why have you lost you feathered wings and flight?