Long-while I sought to what I might compare Those powrefull eies which lighten my dark spright; Yet find I nought on earth to which I dare Resemble th' ymage of their goodly light. Not to the sun; for they doo shine by night: Nor to the moone; for they are changed never: Nor to the starres; for they have purer sight: Nor to the fire; for they consume not ever: Nor to the lightning; for they still persever: Nor to the diamond; for they are more tender: Nor unto christall; for nought may them sever: Nor unto glasse; such basenesse mought offend her. Then to the Maker selfe they likest be, Whose light doth lighten all that here we see. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CASE OF DOMINEERING JOHN ALEXIS UPHAM by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE SECOND MOTHERHOOD by ST. CLAIR ADAMS SOIS SAGE O MA DOULEUR by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 31 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE CANTERBURY TALES: THE MAN OF LAW'S TALE - INTRODUCTION by GEOFFREY CHAUCER |