Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.
ZepheriaCanzon 39. And now, thou winged Ambassador of Wonder!
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Liberal dispenser of reproachful act!
Who never whisperest, but in a voice of thunder!
Explor’st what secrecy would fain have darked!
“Tell my Z
My hopes on her calm smiles did them embark;
Whose sunny shine seemed to have licensed
From them, all fear of tempest, or of wreck.
Now, on the shelf of her brows’ proud disdain,
A harbour, where they looked for asile,
The pilot who, ’fore now, did expect rain,
His bark in seas are all ydrenched, alack the while!
Tell if, at least, she all, through fear, excordiate,
Command thee not to peace, ere thou exordiate!”