Ellen Fair ,Unwritten Sonnets</head><body><center><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.com/p1.gif border=0 alt=Saviodsilva></center><hr color=3C00FF size=4><br><font size=4 face=arial><b><a href=35.htm>Ellen Fair </a></b></font><br><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.net/poem/a/1.JPG border=0 alt=Poem></center><br><font size=3 face=arial><b>Unwritten Sonnets</a></b></font></center><blockquote><blockquote><p align=left><font face=arial size=2><b>When time shall pass, then at last<br> My sonnets I shall write<br> When I am aged, on gilded page <br> With memories burning bright<br> I shall pen of thoughts within <br> Before the thoughts take flight <br> On quiet days with golden phrase <br> I'll write for love's sweet sake <br> Like fresh dew found upon the ground <br> New songs my words will make <br> Though I grow old with things untold <br> Love still is much awake <br> Love does not die as time goes by<br> But sweetly lingers on <br> I'll sing my song with passions strong <br> I'll tell of loves I've known<br> For none can tell of love so well <br> As she who loved but one</b></font></p></blockquote></blockquote><hr color=0000ca size=3><center><font size=2 face=arial><b><a href=http://www.isavo.net/poem/sk5.htm>This Poem's Index Page 1</a><br><a href=http://www.yensa.net/poem/sk5.htm>This Poem's Index 2</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com/poems.htm>Poetry Website</a><br><a href=http://www.saviodsilva.com>Saviodsilva</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com>Isavo Site</a></b></font></center><SCRIPT LANGUAGE=JavaScript SRC=http://www.saviodsilva.org/r/fantasy.js></SCRIPT></body></html>