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Sonnet I
How shall I fly
When feathers be not mine
Though all my wishes
Skyward do attend
How tie my wounded heartstrings safe to thine
So thou to me
Like sun to moon
Descend
Or if thou wilt not bend thy starry frame
Wishing to keep thy brow o'ercrowned with mist
I'll rise
So that thy place shall stay the same
But will not then depart from heights
Unkiss'd
For bargains may be struck
And kept with pride
When lovers from their just demands
Ne'er hide
Sonnet II
My lover's eyes are darker than the moon
Or are they brighter?
I cannot decide
His tender voice makes other's out of tune
And shows me how I cannot them abide
His movements are of more than feline grace
His hands are soft
And pale as ivory
And though I've rarely seen
A stranger face
More perfect looks
I should abhor to see
For others may be pleasanter in part
But all my love
Remains a work of art
Sonnet III
How is it
That I smile
When I am sad?
From what resource do I derive this strength?
I've lost none
But a thing I never had
To keep it
Would I go to any length
But distance
Is not measured in a heart
So I could weep
And say that I've been wronged
And yet, as ever
Be so far apart
From him
To whom
I swore that I belonged
Alas
I blame as though he were untrue
I loved him
But, poor fool
He never knew
Sonnet IV
If all you love I am
As I am quite
Then why dost thou not love?
Dost thou not see
A plainly perfect match?
If thou art bright
Then why
When thou dost love
Love'st thou not me?
Instead preferring someone
Far removed
From all you claim to most admire?
I would
Commit you as a lunatic
If proved
Thus mad you were my ward
For your own good
And yet I'm making light of my own pain
Because I finally love
Yet love in vain
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