Leave, lady, in your glasse of christall clene Your goodly selfe for evermore to vew, And in my selfe, my inward selfe I meane, Most lively lyke behold your semblant trew. Within my hart, though hardly it can shew Thing so divine to vew of earthly eye, The fayre idea of your celestiall hew And every part remaines immortally: And were it not that through your cruelty With sorrow dimmed and deformd it were, The goodly ymage of your visnomy Clearer then christall would therein appere. But if your selfe in me ye playne will see, Remove the cause by which your fayre beames darkned be. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A HYMN; AFTER READING 'LEAD, KINDLY LIGHT' by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR WHEN DEY 'LISTED COLORED SOLDIERS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR SONNETS TO LAURA IN LIFE: 109 by PETRARCH THE CAUSE WON by VINCENT BOURNE OCTOBER by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES SONGS OF THE SEA CHILDREN: 44 by BLISS CARMAN THE DISTRESSED TRAVELLERS; OR, LABOUR IN VAIN by WILLIAM COWPER |