Classic Poem

Sonnett

Like to a lampe whose flaming lyghte is deade
Or as a rynge whose Rubie out ys fall
Or as a neaste from whence the Birdes are fledd
Or as a shryne wher no Saynte is att all
Or as a well when driede is the Springe
Or as a hooke where no sweete baite ys leafte
Or as a Cage whearin no byrde doth synge
Or as the Spraye from whence the rose is refte
Or as the Hyve the honny hadd awaye
Or as the lymmes when lyffe hath taken flighte
Or as the worlde depryvede of the daye
Or [as] the moone Eclypsede of hyr lyghte
Such to my mynde each place and pleasure shoes
Wher those bright eyes their beames do not dysclose