Sonnet 6

Upon fair shores, where milky waters meet,

A wanton creature, to thine eyes concealed,

Beside the cypress grove, in shadows fleet,

As enigmatic as the moon, revealed.

A voice that echoes in the songs of night,

So sweet, and soft, as honeyed morning dew,

Whose verses sing of love, and lost delight,

Yet, in their hearts, hold not a word of rue.

When twilight dances on the edge of day,

And fiery sunbeams kiss the earth once more,

From waters deep, this creature swims away,

And leaves behind a voice that all adore.

In dreams and shadows, let mine eyes not falter,

To seek th' elusive muse, the sea's sweet daughter.