Sonnets
SONNET XXVIII
A love-lit glance, with living powers fraught,
Renewed within me love’s extreme delight,
So love assails me with unwonted might,
And cordially he driveth me in thought
Towards my lady with whom ’vaileth not
Mercy nor pity not the suffering wrought,
So oft and great, her torments on me fall
That my heart scarce can feel his life at all.
But when I feel that her so sweet regard
Passeth mine eyes and to the heart attaineth
Setting to rest therein spirits of Joy,
Then do I give her thanks and without retard;
Love asked her to do this, and that explaineth
Why this first pity doth her no annoy.
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