I s love tter after death.

    Sonnet 44 - Beloved, t brougrong>

    XLIV

    Beloved, t brought me many flowers

    Plucked in through

    And er, and it seemed as if they grew

    In the sun and showers.

    So, in t love of ours,

    take back ts woo,

    And whdrew

    From my s ground. Indeed, those beds and bowers

    Be overgroter weeds and rue,

    And  t ine,

    ake to do

    t pine.

    Instruct to keep true,

    And tell ts are left in mine.