Fairest SarahA Poem by C.T. Bailey
A familiar rhetorical situation done in the English Sonnet form.
Tis with gentle care I wipe thy brow;
Oh, fairest Sarah with thy auburn hair;
The fever callest thee to fulfill our vows;
On this cold winter’s day - my soul despairs.
Why, oh why God dost thou chasten?
Does not thy Holy Word declare
How for thine own thy peace ye hasten;
And for the same all burdens to bear?
Be still my bride, our vow twill ne’er break;
This chalice is filled with winter’s solace;
From the bitter tree an elixir thou makes;
Close thine eyes - join in eternal embrace.
On a cold winter’s day " no more despair;
Oh, fairest Sarah with thy auburn hair.
© 2010 C.T. Bailey
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Last Updated on February 20, 2010
AboutC.T. Bailey has authored a number of professional articles which have been published in various industry trade publications. He is also an award-winning and published writer of poetry, prose, and fic.. more..
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