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Amoretti: Sonnet 87 Post by :superwebbiz Category :Poems Author :Edmund Spenser Date :March 2011 Read :2785

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Amoretti: Sonnet 87

Since I have lackt the comfort of that light
The which was wont to lead my thoughts astray,
I wander as in darknesse of the night,
Affrayd of every dangers least dismay.
Ne ought I see, though in the clearest day,
When others gaze upon theyr shadowes vayne,
But th'only image of that heavenly ray
Whereof some glance doth in mine eie remayne.
Of which beholding the idaea playne,
Through contemplation of my purest part,
With light thereof I doe my self sustayne,
And thereon feed my love-affamisht hart.
But with such brightnesse whylest I fill my mind,
I starve my body, and mine eyes doe blynd.

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Edmund Spenser's poem: Amoretti: Sonnet 87

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