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Seccombe and Arber, comps.  Elizabethan Sonnets.  1904.
The Seventh Decade
Sonnet VIII. As draws the golden Meteor of the day
Henry Constable (1562–1613)
AS draws the golden Meteor of the day
  Exhaled matter, from the ground to heaven;
  And by his secret nature, there to stay
  The thing fast held, and yet of hold bereaven;
So by th’attractive excellence and might,        5
  Born to the power of thy transparent eyes,
  Drawn from myself, ravished with thy delight,
  Whose dumb conceits divinely Sirenise,
Lo, in suspense of fear and hope upholden,
  Diversely poised with passions that pain me:        10
  No resolution dares my thoughts embolden,
  Since ’tis not I, but thou that dost sustain me.
O if there’s none but thou can work my woe;
Wilt thou be still unkind, and kill me so?

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