Classic Poem

Foorth from mine eyes, with full-tide flowes a riuer,
And in thine eyes, two sparkling chrisolytes:
Mine eyes still couet to behold those lightes,
Thine eye still fill'd with arrowes, is loues quiuer:
Through mine eye, thine eyes fier inflames my lyuer,
Mine eyes in hart, thine eyes cleare fancies write:
Thus is thine eye to me my fancies giuer,
Which from thine eyes, to mine eyes take their flight,
Then pearce the secret center of my harte,
And feede my fancies with inflamed fewell,
This onely greeues, myne eyes had not that arte,
Thine to transpearce, thy nature was so cruell.
But eyes, and fancies, in this triumph make
That they were blind and raging for her sake.