by William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616)

So sweet a kiss the golden sun gives not
Language: English 
Available translation(s): FRE
So sweet a kiss the golden sun gives not
  To those fresh morning drops upon the rose,
As thy eye-beams, when their fresh rays have smote
  The night of dew that on my cheeks down flows:
Nor shines the silver moon one half so bright.
  Through the transparent bosom of the deep,
As doth thy face through tears of mine give light;
  Thou shin'st in every tear that I do weep:
No drop but as a coach doth carry thee;
  So ridest thou triumphing in my woe.
Do but behold the tears that swell in me,
  And they thy glory through my grief will show:
But do not love thyself; then thou wilt keep
My tears for glasses, and still make me weep.
O queen of queens! how far thou dost excel,
No thought can think, nor tongue of mortal tell.

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This text was added to the website: 2011-06-26
Line count: 16
Word count: 141