The Delia Sonnets

by Samuel Daniel


The star of my mishap imposed this pain
  To spend the April of my years in grief;
  Finding my fortune ever in the wane,
  With still fresh cares, supplied with no relief.
Yet thee I blame not, though for thee 'tis done;
  But these weak wings presuming to aspire,
  Which now are melted by thine eyes' bright sun
  That makes me fall from off my high desire;
And in my fall I cry for help with speed,
  No pitying eye looks back upon my fears;
  No succour find I now when most I need:
  My heats must drown in th'ocean of my tears,
Which still must bear the title of my wrong,
Caused by those cruel beams that were so strong.

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