Tho' I've no 'scope to witness distant spheres
Nor fortune, bribing way to travel space...

If time shall prove you breathe whilst I cannot
And that same gentled breath need mourn for me...

It does appear to me that souls' deceased;
Whom died by cancer's deadly spread of mole...

Turn off the sun and moon, to view your form
As purest as the light that then just dimmed...

The cyclic seasons give a cause in soul
to view the mortal realm in seasons gone...

I must compare you to the spring in May!
You warmth a light too have my winter's done...

A poet suffers for his part;
In penning that which stains his heart...

My eyes know beauty's art has need for praise;
For beauty stares itself into defect...

About my heart, how'd you learn more than I?
Your time spent loving's less than half love's...

If found her beauty, then have found my eyes:
As painter's draw their muse, do mine of hers...

How does your beauty fair in Godly realms?
My eyes have placed you there for such compare...

If fifty suitors claim their love for you
And mine include, how could you end with me...