Sonnet XLVI: Fair and Lovely Maid
Fair and lovely maid, look from the shore,
See thy Leander striving in these waves,
Poor soul forespent, whose force can do no more:
Now send forth hopes, for now calm pity saves.
And waft him to thee with those lovely eyes,
A happy convoy to a holy land;
Now show thy power and where thy virtue lies;
To save thine own, stretch out the fairest hand.
Stretch out the fairest hand a pledge of peace,
That hand that darts so right and never misses;
I'll not revenge old wrongs; my wrath shall cease;
For that which gave me wounds, I'll give it kisses.
Once let the ocean of my cares find shore,
That thou be pleas'd, and I may sigh no more.
poem by Samuel Daniel
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