The Delia Sonnets

by Samuel Daniel


These sorrowing sighs, the smoke of mine annoy,
  These tears, which heat of sacred flame distils,
  Are those due tributes that my faith doth pay
  Unto the tyrant whose unkindness kills.
I sacrifice my youth and blooming years
  At her proud feet, and she respects not it;
  My flower, untimely's withered with my tears,
  By winter woes for spring of youth unfit.
She thinks a look may recompense my care,
  And so with looks prolongs my long-looked ease;
  As short that bliss, so is the comfort rare;
  Yet must that bliss my hungry thoughts appease.
Thus she returns my hopes so fruitless ever;
Once let her love indeed, or eye me never!

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