The Delia Sonnets

by Samuel Daniel


Raising my hopes on hills of high desire,
  Thinking to scale the heaven of her heart,
  My slender means presumed too high a part,
Her thunder of disdain forced me retire,
And threw me down to pain in all this fire,
  Where lo, I languish in so heavy smart
  Because th'attempt was far above my art;
Her pride brooked not poor souls should come so nigh her.
Yet, I protest, my high desiring will
  Was not to dispossess her of her right;
  Her sovereignty should have remainèd still;
  I only sought the bliss to have her sight.
Her sight, contented thus to see me spill,
Framed my desires fit for her eyes to kill.

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