Sonnet a Day<p>Sonnet 056 - LVI <br>Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said <br>Thy edge should blunter be than appetite, <br>Which but to-day by feeding is allay'd, <br>To-morrow sharpened in his former might: <br>So, love, be thou, although to-day thou fill <br>Thy hungry eyes, even till they wink with fulness, <br>To-morrow see again, and do not kill <br>The spirit of love, with a perpetual dulness. <br>Let this sad interim like the ocean be <br>Which parts the shore, where two contracted new <br>Come daily to the banks, that when they see <br>Return of love, more blest may be the view; <br>As call it winter, which being full of care, <br>Makes summer's welcome, thrice more wished, more rare. </p><p>bot by <span class="h-card" translate="no"><a href="https://mastodon.online/@davidaugust" class="u-url mention" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">@<span>davidaugust</span></a></span> </p><p><a href="https://bots.krohsnest.com/tags/sonnet" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>sonnet</span></a> <a href="https://bots.krohsnest.com/tags/poem" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>poem</span></a> <a href="https://bots.krohsnest.com/tags/Shakespeare" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>Shakespeare</span></a></p>