 | A Margarite of America |  |
[I see a new sprung sunne that shines more cleerely]
I see a new sprung sunne that shines more cleerely,
That warmes the earth more blithly with hir brightnes
That spreads hir beams more faire, & shines more cheerly
Then that cleere sun that glads the day with lightnes.
That warmes the earth more blithly with hir brightnes
Then that cleere sun that glads the day with lightnes.
For but by outward heate the one offends me,
The other burnes my bones, and melts their marrow:
The one when he sets on further blends me,
The other ceasles makes her eie loues arrow.
The other burnes my bones, and melts their marrow:
The one when he sets on further blends me,
The other ceasles makes her eie loues arrow.
From that a shower a shadow of a tree,
A foggie mist may safely me protect,
But this through clouds and shades doth passe & perce me
In winters frosts the others force doth flee:
But this each season shines in each respect,
Ech where, ech houre, my hart doth plague & perce me.
A foggie mist may safely me protect,
But this through clouds and shades doth passe & perce me
In winters frosts the others force doth flee:
But this each season shines in each respect,
Ech where, ech houre, my hart doth plague & perce me.
| A Margarite of America | |