Sonnet XLI. Fair and lovely Maid! Look from the shore!

Samuel Daniel (1562–1619)

FAIR and lovely Maid! Look from the shore!

See thy LEANDER striving in these waves!

Poor soul! quite spent, whose force can do no more.

Now send forth hopes! (for now calm pity saves)

And waft him to thee, with those lovely eyes!

A happy convoy to a Holy Land.

Now show thy power! and where thy virtue lies!

To save thine own, stretch out the fairest hand!

Stretch out the fairest hand! a pledge of peace;

That hand that darts so right, and never misses!

I shall forget old wrongs. My griefs shall cease.

And that which gave me wounds, I’ll give it kisses.

O then, let th’ocean of my care find shore!

That thou be pleased, and I may sigh no more.