Classic Poem

Sonet 5.

Once onlye I sweet Ladie ye beheld,
Yet then such loue I in youre looke did finde,
And such sweet gesses of youre gratiouse mynd,
As neuer a shorte tyme more happie held.

Forewarning vision which euen then foretold
Th' eternall cheynes which since my heart did binde
Euen there where first youre beames into me shin'd
The fatall prison where my heart I held.

And how came this? It was thy louely looke
Which doth perfume each place it sees with loue,
As though from yow my deare this sweetnesse tooke.

Because where I saw her, I yow had seen
Yet euery where if any sight me moue,
I knowe it is some place where yow haue been.