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Sonnet XVI

ONe day as I vnwarily did gaze
On those fayre eyes my loues immortall light:
The whiles my stonisht hart stood in amaze,
Through sweet illusion of her lookes delight.
I mote perceiue how in her glauncing sight,
Legions of loues with little wings did fly:
Darting their deadly arrowes fyry bright
At euery rash beholder passing by.
One of those archers closely I did spy,
Ayming his arrow at my very hart:
When suddenly with twincle of her eye,
The Damzell broke his misintended dart.
Had she not so doon, sure I had bene slayne,
Yet as it was, I hardly scap’t with paine.

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Poem Sonnet XVI - Edmund Spenser