It is not enough I write thee
For words have nought to bring fairness
Yet solace mine heart seeks
Ease all ghostly sorrow.
Wilt the fearful night wash away to morn
Distant wish in a faraway land
Be gone to the even I speak
Let not mine dreams wither.
I knew not why such fate has bestowed
Upon the dismal voices uttered
Lest treachery destiny has tried
To whose faith left distraught.
Come, Juliet, and play to appease
Sleep for a time and doth give rest
Let mine heart lay in waiting
‘Til my Romeo take thence with his.
I say before, not love until death
But doubt not in the end be together
Let all the Juliets perchance read this letter
For the many tomorrows mine love keeps.
A touch of Shakespearean mood,