Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.
ZepheriaCanzon 24. Unto the Muses, I resign my scroll
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Who sing with voice unto the spheres proportionable.
Sing ye! O write ye of my love’s pure soul!
Unbody it, in words inimitable!
In high sphere, then, see ye her name enrolled!
On her heart throne, sits the divine A
Who doth the balance of her favours hold,
Which she imparts in justice and demerit.
For virgin purity, white G
Doth type the sanctity of her purer spirit.
She, the fourth Grace, height P
Only recorded by our first born son;
Whom after long sleep, we shall now untomb
And her translate into Z
Amidst the C
T
The soul’s musician, sweet T
Daughter of Love and Admiration!
A veil immortal shall we put on thee,
And on thy head instar the Gnosian Crown!
A
Yielding her coronal to thine installation!
Now live in starry stage of heaven, a deity!
And sing we, I
“Hold! take thy scroll! With wing of immortality,
Thy Love is clad! Nay, ought may her unsanctify,
But proud Disdain!” Thanks, sweet C