Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | The Tears of Fancie | Sonnet LIII. In clowdes she shines and so obscurely shineth | Thomas Watson (15551592) |
| IN clowdes she shines and so obscurely shineth, | |
That like a mastles shipe at seas I wander: | |
For want of her to guide my hart that pineth, | |
Yet can I not entreat ne yet command her. | |
So am I tied in Laborinths of fancy, | 5 |
In darke and obscure Laborinths of loue: | |
That euerie one may plaine behold that can see, | |
How I am fetterd and what paines I proue. | |
The Lampe whose light should lead my ship about, | |
Is placed vpon my Mistres heauenlie face. | 10 |
Her hand doth hold the clew must lead me out, | |
And free my hart from thraldomes lothed place. | |
But cleaue to lead me out or Lampe to light me, | |
She scornefullie denide, the more to spight me. | | | |
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