I deemed up that day when first I knew
So many peerles beauties blent in one
That, like an eagle gazing on the sun,
Mine eyes might fix on the least part of you
That dream hat vanished, and my hope is flown;
For he who feign a seraph would pursue
Wingless, hath cast words to the winds, and dew
On stones, and gauged God's reason with his own
Burns in your presence, in your absence dies?
If then my heart cannot endure the blaze
Of beauties infinite that blind these eyes,
Nor yet can bear to be from you divided,
What fate is mine? Who guides or guards my ways,
Seeing my so, so lost and ill-betided.