a sonnet

 

That thou may'st happly spend your day

Fair maid amongst the northern hills

With books and study that will oft defray

Your time and thought in winter's chills;

That there is pleasure 'mongst your shelves

Oh lady in your cottage home

Tis proven by each and everyone who delves

In dusty library vaults to hunt a tome;

That thy bookish studies are good I swear

But! Madam, spare thou a gentle moment

To travel south and take the soft Welsh air

That is Ceredig's best bestowment;

Again I ask, mightst thou take a day or four

To rest your mind and let your spirit soar?