SEE thou, my joy, my care, How many a wondrous thing In me thou art perfecting Through beauties beyond compare: So utterly thine eyes, Thy laughter and thy grace, Thy brow, thy hair, thy face Fashioned in angel's guise, Do burn me, since the day When first I knew thereof, Longing with passion of love To win them in love's sweet way, That but for the saving tears My life is bedewed withal, Long since beyond recall 'Twere wasted by heat that sears. And yet thy beauteous eyes, Thy laughter and thy grace, Thy brow, thy hair, thy face Fashioned in angel's guise, So freeze me, since the day When first I knew thereof, Longing with passion of love To win them in love's sweet way, That but for the saving heat My soul is enflamed withal, Long since beyond recall 'Twere wasted through eyes that greet. See then, my joy, my care, How many a wondrous thing In me thou art perfecting Through beauty beyond compare. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNETS TO LAURA IN LIFE: 109 by PETRARCH A PETITION TO TIME by BRYAN WALLER PROCTER THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: MARCH by EDMUND SPENSER THE SHEPHERD O' THE FARM by WILLIAM BARNES POLYHYMNIA: SONNET TO LADY FALKLAND UPON HER GOING TO INTO IRELAND by WILLIAM BASSE LAST DAYS OF BYRON by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES RECALLED by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |