IX.[_]
The attribution of this poem is questionable.
[When Laura smiles her sight revives both night and day]
When Laura smiles her sight revives both night and day,
The earth and heaven viewes with delight her wanton play,
And her speech with ever-flowing musicke doth repaire
The cruell wounds of sorrow and untam'd despaire.
The sprites that remaine in fleeting aire
Affect for pastime to untwine her tressed haire,
And the birds thinke sweete Aurora, mornings Queene, doth shine
From her bright sphere, when Laura shewes her lookes devine.
Dianas eyes are not adorn'd with greater power
Then Lauras, when she lists awhile for sport to loure:
But when she her eyes encloseth, blindnes doth appeare
The chiefest grace of beautie, sweetlie seated there.
Love hath no fire but what he steales from her bright eyes,
Time hath no power but that which in her pleasure lyes:
For she with her devine beauties all the world subdues,
And fils with heav'nly spirits my humble muse.
