The soverayne beauty which I doo admyre, Witnesse the world how worthy to be prayzed; The light wherof hath kindled heavenly fyre In my fraile spirit, by her from basenesse raysed: That being now with her huge brightnesse dazed, Base thing I can no more endure to view; But looking still on her, I stand amazed At wondrous sight of so celestiall hew. So when my toung would speak her praises dew, It stopped is with thoughts astonishment; And when my pen would write her titles true, It ravisht is with fancies wonderment. Yet in my hart I then both speake and write The wonder that my wit cannot endite. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UNDERWOODS: BOOK 2: 16. THE DEAREST FRIENDS ARE THE AULDEST FRIENDS by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE ABSINTHE-DRINKER by ARTHUR WILLIAM SYMONS GREENES FUNERALLS: SONNET 5 by RICHARD BARNFIELD |