As I draw neere with fearefull stepps to see those heavenly eyes, the planetts of my fate Such fervent fyre fourthwith doth seyse on me as that throughe payne my life I have in hate What shoulde I doo to ease my griefe withall but shunne your sight, I take yt best advyse Yett so into as greate extreames I fall for then from heate I growe as colde as yse I quake and quyver in each parte and vayne and from my harte the lyvelye bloode doth runn Such straunge effectes throughe yow I do retain then blame me not to call your face the Sunne Since from your syghte the winters colde I trye and in your sighte like sommers heate I frye. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CALLING DREAMS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE LISBON PACKET by GEORGE GORDON BYRON SONNETS ATTEMPTED IN THE MANNER OF CONTEMPORARY WRITERS: 2 by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE SEA POPPIES by HILDA DOOLITTLE THE LARK ASCENDING by GEORGE MEREDITH THE MARYLAND BATTALION [AUGUST 27, 1776] by JOHN WILLIAMSON PALMER |