For Thy Beauty, I Shall Write This Song
For Thy Beauty, I Shall Write This Song
For thy beauty, I shall write this song,
Insurmountable, turn’st the roses shy:
This sonnet hither shan’t take too long,
Just as the doves in the sky be fain to cry!
I say, thou art the fairest of them all,
Yonder lilacs, daffodils and daisies bloom’d;
Thou mak’st mighty mountains bawl,
Bow’d the lavenders, wi’ thou twice perfum’d!
Thy radiance compell’d the sun to hide,
Forsooth sung the birds o’ elegance;
But alas! Fall doth come after pride,
Cometh to take away thine arrogance!
Now the heavens above weep for thee,
And I lament, on the coast, wi’ the sea.