Classic Poem

When, from the tower whence I derive love's heaven,
Mine eyes, quick pursuivants, the sight attached
Of thee, all splendent, I, as out of sweven,
Myself gan rouse, like one from sleep awaked.
Coveting eyes controlled my slowly gait,
And wooed desire to wing my feet for flight;
Yet unresolved, fear did with eyes debate,
And said 'twas but tralucence of the light!
But when approached where thou thy stand didst take,
At gaze I stood, like deer, when 'ghast he spies
Some white in thick. Ah, then the arrow strake
Thorough mine heart, sent from thy tiller eyes.
Dead in thine aim, thou seized what 'longed to thee:
Mine heart, Zepheria, then became thy fee.