Sonnet.
“ With grief in heart, and tears in swooning
eyes1
eyes1
When I to her had giv’n a sad farewell,2
Close sealed with a kiss, and dew which fell3
On my else-moistened face from beauty’s
skies,4
skies,4
So strange amazement did my mind sur-
prise5
prise5
That at each pace I fainting turned again,6
Like one whom a torpedo stupefies,7
Not feeling honour’s bit, nor reason’s rein.8
But when fierce stars to part me did con-
strain9
strain9
With back-cast looks I envied both and
bless’d10
bless’d10
The happy walls and place did her contain,11
Till that sight’s, shafts their flying object
miss’d.12
miss’d.12
So wailing parted Ganymede the fair13
When eagles’ talons bare him through the
air.”14
air.”14