Canzon 14. Though like an exile from mine eyes divorced

Anonymous

THOUGH like an exile from mine eyes divorced

In solitary dungeon of Refuse

I live, impatient that I live, perforced,

From thee, dear object of mine eyes, a recluse.

Yet that divine Idea of thy grace,

The life imagery of thy love’s sweet souvenance,

Within mine heart shall reign in sovereign place;

Nay, shall it ever portray other semblance?

No! never shall that face, so fair depainted

Within the love-limned tablet of mine heart,

Emblemished be! defaced! or unsainted!

Till death shall blot it, with his pencil dart.

Yet, then, in these limned lines ennobled more,

Thou shalt survive, richer accomplished than before!