#46 (“We wait for Christmas cheer!. . .)

                          We wait for Christmas cheer!  The day is but

                          Foretaste of joy divine—like grape delight!

                          The fruit of gods and us—we soon do sup!

                          The white of snow about; o’r world is bright!

                          To sup with grapes so sweet is nectar sure.

                          To look about at snow is further boon.

                          We live a life sublime, my Sweet’, no rue

                          The day at all—my Sweet’.  A hug comes soon.

                           A meal divine we have, in snug house warm.

                           The cold of snow delights from room so fine.

                           To end the day in peace and joy—no mourn!

                          ‘Tis gift of gods, I say, that yes are mine!

                                    We live together charm’d, my Sweet’, indeed.

                                    No fault we find with path upon we lead.


Author: elizabethansonnets

I have written both love and divine sonnets in the Elizabethan style for a long time. Now I am gradually adding them to a blog. Most are dedicated to my husband.

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