Luyện nghe bài hát X. Enochian Calling Ii - B (sonnet Lvi)

Sweet love, thy force; be it not said
Thy edge should be than appetite,
but to-day by feeding is allay'd,
To-morrow sharpen'd in his might:
So, love, be thou; although to-day thou
Thy eyes even till they wink with fullness,
see again, and do not kill
The spirit of love with a dullness.
Let this sad interim like the be
Which parts the shore, two contracted new
Come daily to the banks, that, when see
Return of love, more may be the view;
Else call it winter, which being full of
Makes summer's welcome more wish'd, more rare.