Zepheria :: :: University of Virginia Library

When from the towre whence I deriue loues heauen,
Mine eyes (quick Purseuants) the sight attached,
Of thee all splendent I as out of sweauen,
My selfe gan rowse, like one from sleepe awaked.
Coueting eyes control'd my slowly gate,
And wood desire to wing my feete for flight:
Yet vnresolu'd, feare did with eyes debate,
And sayd, t'was but tralucence of the light:
But when approacht where thou thy stand didst take,
At gaze I stood like Deere when gast he spyes
Some white in thicke, ah then the arrow strake
Thorough mine heart sent from thy tiller eyes:
Dead in thine ayme, thou seazd what long'd to thee,
Mine heart, (Zepheria) then became thy fee.