Scotish Descriptive Poems/Fowler's Poems/Sonnet 4
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SONNET.
I hope, sweet soul, to see, at my return, The heavenly colour of your angel face,Which is the fire and flame whereby I burn, And never is impaired by time nor place.Wherefore, shall als behold in me, this space, No other change but that of hair and hue:As for my heart, which loves in pain, but peace, Even as it was, so shall you find it, true. But what shall I again in you review, But rigours, frosts, denials and disdains;And in that face from which doth aye ensue The streaming course of my incessant pains,A farther fairness, with a farther pride,Which till my death, so long with thee must bide.