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Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.

Licia

Sonnet XVII. As are the sands, fair Licia, on the shore

Giles Fletcher (1586?–1623)

AS are the sands, fair LICIA, on the shore;

Or coloured flowers, garlands of the Spring;

Or as the frosts not seen nor felt before;

Or as the fruits that Autumn forth doth bring;

As twinkling stars, the tinsel of the night;

Or as the fish that gallop in the seas;

As airs, each part that still escapes our sight:

So are my Sighs, controllers of my ease.

Yet these are such as needs must have an end,

For things finite, none else hath Nature done:

Only the sighs which from my heart I send

Will never cease, but where they first began.

Accept them, Sweet, as incense due to thee!

For you immortal made them so to be.