Classic Poem

My Fidelia with whom I had been cross the Street at Devotion opening her window finds me reading in on opposite and begins Fid:

What at your prayrs again? B: It is most true
I was when you
My Goddes freely did vouchsalf the grace
To shew your face
My window turnd into an Altar was
Of burning glass
When yours first opened like a box wherin
Fair Diamonds been
Or like Clowds seavering 'tween which we descry
Heavns brightest eye
Yet dare not look on it too long: Least we
Leese Liberty
Of seing: soe enforc't I oft denide
Mine eyes their pride
Least me of them this Object should deprive
Yet let me live
But how? Like one thats blind, by others sight
Taught which wayes right
Oh How I envi'de love heer in his Shape
When he the rape
In Ida made; that soe I mought behowld
The Rayes of Gould
Phebus or you cast on me, yet goe on
In Adoration
To both your Deities, till I obtain
The Faithfulls gaine
Heaven in Your presence, which once graunted I
Shall in your service ever Live and Dye.