The Delia Sonnets

by Samuel Daniel


Unhappy pen, and ill-accepted lines
  That intimate in vain my chaste desire,
  My chaste desire, which from dark sorrow shines,
  Enkindled by her eyes' celestial fire;
Celestial fire, and unrespecting powers
  Which pity not the wounds made by their might,
  Showed in these lines, the work of careful hours,
  The sacrifice here offered to her sight.
But since she weighs them not, this rests for me:
  I'll moan myself, and hide the wrong I have,
  And so content me that her frowns should be
  To m'infant style the cradle and the grave.
What though my Muse no honour get thereby;
Each bird sings to herself, and so will I.

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