Sonnet 16

What chilling wind does sweep across the way
To turn my glace, within my collar curled,
To beauty undeserving of this world.
Far better places there in Heaven stay
In preparation for her grace to rest
Her weary mind on issues light of heart -
An absence from a grudging, earthly part
That offers mediocrity at best.
But though a sorrow follows over head,
And though you might not ever know your worth,
I thank you now for crossing on my path
And raising sullen eyes up from the dead,
For there in Heaven's everlasting birth
Will all your beauty save you from His wrath.