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

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