Sonnet LIX

the hills are green forever here, my dear
and ships will dock in seas of my domain
and happiness will dwell here evermore
and birds will sing and suns shall never wane

the hills are we, eternal mounts of joy

[Except, you know not that the other’s you.]
[Except this world of joy will never be.]

Unless this joyous, mutual love is true!
Unless, you too, at night will call my name
and listen to the echoes sweetly still!
Unless, you too, contrive the times we meet
and hide the burning passion that I quill!

To think, you will but read this probably
and still not know I love you witlessly.