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SONNET
When I behold my daughter, fairest child,
That often like some ruffian doth swear,
but yet is gracious like a flower wild
and dances sprightly in the morning air;
When I can see her dancing with the wind
and turn about in cheerful ecstasy,
I join her joy to leave my grief behind,
so I can smile and drink the remedy:
And from her dance this doctrine I derive,
That our beginnings and our ends are fair,
That beauty must on beauty ever thrive,
A golden summer sun beyond compare.
Then do I know my love is second to none
And will be dancing when my summer's gone.
S.M. For S. F. 17*5*MMXVI