John Wilbye

(7 March 1574 - September 1638 / Brome, Suffolk)

There, Where I Saw Her Lovely Beauty Painted - Poem by John Wilbye

There, where I saw her lovely beauty painted,
Where, Venus-like, my sacred goddess shineth,
There, with *precellent object mine eyes fainted,
That fair, but fatal star, my dole divineth.
As soon as morning in her light appeareth,
Her sweet salute, my mind o’erclouded, cleareth;
When night again the day’s delight bereaveth,
My heart’s true sacrifice she quick receiveth:
But night and day she craftily forsakes me,
To tedious day, to loathsome night betakes me.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 31, 2012

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