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...VALENTINES TO MY MOTHER: 1884 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI SIR GALAHAD by ALFRED TENNYSON THE OLD OAKEN BUCKET by SAMUEL WOODWORTH OCTOBER by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES SPRING TWILIGHT by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN INFINITY by MABEL MUNNS CHARLES HUITAINS; FOR ANDREW LANG'S 'THE LIBRARY' by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON |