Edmund Spenser

Amoretti

XLV
Leave, lady, in your glass of crystal clean,
Your goodly self for evermore to view:
And in my self, my inward self I mean,
Most lively like behold your semblance true.
Within my heart, though hardly it can show
Thing so divine to view of earthly eye,
The fair Idea of your celestial hue,
And every part remains immortally:
And were it not that through your cruelty,
With sorrow dimmed and deformed it were:
The goodly image of your visnomy,
Dearer than crystal would therein appear.
But if yourself in me ye plain will see,
Remove the cause by which your fair beams darkened be.

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