Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.
ZepheriaCanzon 8. Illuminating Lamps! Ye Orbs chrystallite!
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Transparent mirrolds! Globes divining beauty!
How have I joyed to wanton in your light?
Though was I slain by your artillery!
Ye blithsome Stars! like L
(When clear they twinkle in the firmament),
Promise esperance to the seamen’s wand’rings:
So have your shine made ripe mine heart’s content.
Or as the light, which Sestyan H
Arm-finned L
When through the raging Hellespont he rowed,
Steering to Love’s Port: so, by thine eyes’ clear rays,
Blest were my waves! But since no light was found,
Thy poor L