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Sonnet LXXXVIII

Sonnet LXXXVIII

SInce I haue lackt the comfort of that light,
The which was wont to lead my thoughts astray:
I wander as in darkenesse of the night,
Affrayd of euery dangers least dismay.
Ne ought I see, though in the clearest day,
When others gaze vpon theyr shadowes vayne:
But th’onely image of that heauenly ray,
Whereof some glance doth in mine eie remayne.
Of which beholding th’Idaea playne,
Throgh contemplation of my purest part:
With light thereof I doe my selfe sustayne,
And thereon feed my loue-affamisht hart.
But with such brightnesse whylest I fill my mind,
I starue my body and mine eyes doe blynd.



Poem Sonnet LXXXVIII - Edmund Spenser
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