Fayre eyes, the myrrour of my mazed hart, What wondrous vertue is contaynd in you, The which both lyfe and death forth from you dart Into the object of your mighty view? For when ye mildly looke with lovely hew, Then is my soule with life and love inspired: But when ye lowre, or looke on me askew, Then doe I die, as one with lightning fyred. But since that lyfe is more then death desyred, Looke ever lovely, as becomes you best, That your bright beams, of my weak eies admyred, May kindle living fire within my brest. Such life should be the honor of your light, Such death the sad ensample of your might. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EULALIE; A SONG by EDGAR ALLAN POE ON RECEIVING [THE FIRST] NEWS OF THE WAR by ISAAC ROSENBERG THE MOON by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON FRIEND by MARJORIE DUGDALE ASHE IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: CONDEMNED by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |