A Sonnet To Sir Lavont

A tear falls down from the stars in the sky,
And you, dear, are reflected in my eye
As the orb, gleaming, falls down to the earth,
Encased with happiness and my own mirth.

It shatters - nay! - worry not, love's still here,
As your reflection now countless times appears
In the crystalline pieces of my soul
That lay there, hapless, on that grassy knoll.

But alas, love's swift and leaves far too soon,
And the tear melts under the helpless moon.
Our single voices left to say goodbye
While breezes sing the night's sweet lullaby.

I implore thy heart to wait stay true
For moonlight to appear upon the dew.