The sadness holds me helpless as the sand-
Awaits for waves to drown it's grains with salt...

When I foresee the doom pollution brings:
I rush to fresher air, but sighing more...

How can you view within your glass, an end?
When beauty yours, bestowed another make...

Tho' I've no 'scope to witness distant spheres
Nor fortune, bribing way to travel space...

To dearest love of mine, that has yet been:
Tho' sight reveals you not, by love I know...

How does your beauty fair in Godly realms?
My eyes have placed you there for such compare...

I must compare you to the spring in May!
You warmth a light too have my winter's done...

If found her beauty, then have found my eyes:
As painter's draw their muse, do mine of hers...

A poet suffers for his part;
In penning that which stains his heart...

If fifty suitors claim their love for you
And mine include, how could you end with me...

Let he, whom in my kingdom, read here wise:
Your eyeslids best be closed when near my love...

My eyes know beauty's art has need for praise;
For beauty stares itself into defect...