Mary Wroth
You blessed stars which do Heaven's glory show,
And at your brightness makes our eyes admire
Yet envy not if I on earth below
Enjoy a sight which moves in me more fire;
I do confess such beauty breeds desire,
You shine, and clearest light on us bestow,
Yet doth a sight on earth more warmth inspire
Into my loving soul, his force to know;
Clear, bright, and shining as you are, is this
Light of my joy, fixed steadfast, nor will move
His light from me, nor I change from his love,
But still increase as th'height of all my bliss.
His sight gives life unto my love-ruled eyes,
My love content because in his, love lies.