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Sonnet IX

LOng-while I sought to what I might compare
Those powrefull eies, which lighte[n] my dark spright,
Yet find I nought on earth to which I dare
Resemble th’ymage of their goodly light.
Not to the Sun: for they doo shine by night;
Nor to the Moone: for they are changed neuer;
Nor to the Starres: for they haue purer sight;
Nor to the fire: for they consume not euer;
Nor to the lightning: for they still persuer;
Nor to the Diamond: for they are more tender;
Nor vnto Christall: for nought may them seuer;
Nor vnto glasse: such basenesse mought offend her;
Then to the Maker selfe they likest be,
Whose light doth lighten all that here we see.


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Poem Sonnet IX - Edmund Spenser