| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Phillis | | Sonnet IX. The dewy roseate Morn had with her hairs | | Thomas Lodge (1558–1625) |
| | | THE DEWY roseate Morn had with her hairs | |
| In sundry sorts the Indian clime adorned; | |
| And now her eyes, apparellèd in tears, | |
| The loss of lovely Memnon long had mourned; | |
| When as she spied the nymph whom I admire, | 5 |
| Combing her locks, of which the yellow gold | |
| Made blush the beauties of her curlèd wire, | |
| Which heaven itself with wonder might behold, | |
| Then, red with shame, her reverend locks she rent, | |
| And weeping hid the beauty of her face; | 10 |
| The flower of fancy wrought such discontent. | |
| The sighs, which midst the air she breathed a space, | |
| A three-days’ stormy tempest did maintain, | |
| Her shame a fire, her eyes a swelling rain. | | | | |
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