Let Warming Pink Embrace the Morning’s Rise  - Sonnet Sixty-Nine

Let warming pink embrace the morning’s rise,  
Encircle valley’s wash at mouth’s concourse,  
That spreads the flowered meadow gates’ comprise,  
Steadfastly in our wakened blush' enforce.  

The valley’s rise in rills of tawny air  
Like lightest touch of lover’s breath escape,  
The ever-coming breeze of life aware  
That morning harder finds in valley’s gape.  
 
A pink that grows to deeper purple vale,  
That rising’s heat in rising hope reveals,  
The deeper purple lost in day’s prevails,  
That harder pink the deeper vale conceals.  
 
The vale of sweet combine is sweet indeed  
That sweetens summer day to such concede.