The Delia Sonnets

by Samuel Daniel


These plaintive verse, the posts of my desire,
  Which haste for succour to her slow regard,
  Bear not report of any slender fire,
  Forging a grief to win a fame's reward.
Nor are my passions limned for outward hue,
  For that no colours can depaint my sorrows;
  Delia herself, and all the world may view
  Best in my face where cares have tilled deep furrows.
No bays I seek to deck my mourning brow,
  O clear-eyed rector of the holy hill!
  My humble accents bear the olive bough
  Of intercession but to move her will.
These lines I use t'unburden mine own heart;
My love affects no fame nor 'steems of art.

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