I look upon myself and curse my fate Shall I compare you to a winter's day? Pull down your vanity, I say pull down A world of made is not a world of born
I all alone beweep my outcast state and my eternal spring is shall not fade Some safer world in depths of wood embrace The stars move still with sound of glace
And all the air a solemn stilness holds My ear is much enarmoured of your silent notes
What angel wakes me from my flowered bed? Oh, you have killed my sleeping fairy-land I pray you gentle mortal, sing again I'm wandering till truth makes all things plain
By moonshine did these lovers think no scorn to stay but here awhile most radiantly
How glorious once above thy sphere and all the air Heaven's matchless king does glance methought he is there