by Anonymous / Unidentified Author

Sitting once, rapt with delight
Language: English 
Sitting once, rapt with delight,
In my fairest mistress' sight,
I took pleasure to compare
Her eyes' whiteness to the air.
That which compassed in the ball,
I did purest water call;
And the pretty inward round
I styled earth. But O, I found,
While some part I did desire
For to liken unto fire,
Ere I knew from whence it came,
I myself grew all aflame.

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