Sonnet to the White Lady, A
1. A Sonnet to the White Lady
To the White Lady
Once fancy it seemed to know like to thee -
Love was a mystery for me yet unsolved,
Now thy sweet lessons I attend gladly,
For all my dreams, love, are in thee resolved.
I would have thee ever at my side, while
Fair valour speaks thy presence in that place,
Nor heavens surpass in beauty thy smile -
Stars must pale before such exquisite grace.
These words of truth I would to thee impart:
While truly is my lady wondrous fair,
Full worth lies in the mettle of her heart,
Far more precious than the gold of her hair.
Howsoever cruel time doth beauty use,
Ever wilt thou, love, be my only muse.
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