The Delia Sonnets

by Samuel Daniel


Whilst youth and error led my wandering mind,
  And set my thoughts in heedless ways to range,
  All unawares a goddess chaste I find,
  Diana-like, to work my sudden change.
For her, no sooner had mine eye bewrayed,
  But with disdain to see me in that place,
  With fairest hand the sweet unkindest maid
  Casts water-cold disdain upon my face.
Which turned my sport into a hart's despair,
  Which still is chased, while I have any breath,
  By mine own thoughts set on me by my Fair.
  My thoughts like hounds pursue me to my death;
Those that I fostered of mine own accord,
Are made by her to murder thus their lord.

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