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Sonnet #1

First draft.

There was a single tear upon your cheek
When we first met; I would have thought it dew
Or rain upon a face so mild and meek,
Save that your eyes betrayed you with their hue
And spoke your sorrows to me with no word,
No litany that orison required,
Response I sent and prayed that it be heard,
To be to you whatever you desired.
Eyes to eyes can such communion give,
To souls that have been fasting all their years,
That on that food alone they come to live,
And can forsake the bitter draught of tears.
Take food from me and put aside your pain,
And feasting too, with you I will remain.