Sonnet: For Kate
by Royden Benjamin Ringer
If it be true that we from fair desire
Increase, that we in fullest scope might see
What's rarely viewed, dear beauty's puissant fire,
Then sure thou shouldst tenfold increased be:
For not with beauty solely art thou blest,
(Though thou hast plenty for to snare mine eye);
A finer mind thou couldst not dream requewst,
And voice as thine dost will the soul to fly.
Thus, smarts it so that so surpassing fair
A one as thou shalt from us taken be,
No longer privileged thy time to share,
And left in such eternal quandary.
But though we're stricken, 'tis a needful thing.
Pursue thy dream: go forth, fair Kate, and sing.
(Royden, you make me cry...)
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