Sonnet II. These sorrowing sighs, the smokes of mine annoy

Samuel Daniel (1562–1619)

THESE sorrowing sighs, the smokes of mine annoy,

These tears, which heat of sacred fire distils;

These are the tributes that my faith doth pay;

And these my tyrant’s cruel mind fulfil.

I sacrifice my youth and blooming years

At her proud feet; that yet respects no whit

My youth, untimely withered with my tears;

By winter woes, for spring of youth unfit.

She thinks a look may recompense my care,

And so with looks prolongs my long lookt ease:

As short the bliss, so is the comfort rare;

Yet must that bliss my hungry thoughts appease.

Thus she returns my hopes to fruitless ever;

Once let her love indeed or eye me never!