Sonnet 6. Upon Her Looking Secretly Out at a Window as He Passed By -

Once did my Philomel reflect on me
Her crystal-pointed eyes as I passed by;
Thinking not to be seen, yet would me see;
But soon my hungry eyes their food did spy.
Alas! my Dear, couldst thou suppose, that face,
Which needs not envy Phaebus' chiefest pride,
Could secret be, although in secret place,
And that transparent glass such beams could hide?
But if I had been blind, yet Love's hot flame,
Kindled in my poor heart by thy bright eye,
Did plainly shew when it so near thee came,
By more than usual heat the cause was nigh:
So though thou hidden wert, my heart and eye
Did turn to thee by mutual sympathy.
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