Classic Poem

Sonnet

Neither amongste the Nimphes, in shady woodes
Nor in the fyelde amydst the Troupes of armes
Nor in the shippes that feareles cutt the floods
Nor in the Cytties proude, where people swarmes
Nor in the meadowes mantlede all with greene
Nor where the Byrdes doo singe in painted pride
Nor in the night when all the starres are seene
Nor by those Rockes where streames doo softely slide
Nor in the Monnuments off Tempells olde
Nor in the Pompe off Princes stately Halles
Nor in the Orient pearles, nor Indian golde
Nor in that worde which all men pleasure calls
Doo I take Joye, excepte Shee be in syght
Whose presenc wounds; but absence slayes outryght.