I look upon myself and curse my fate Shall I compare you to a winters day? Pull down your vanity, I say pull down A world of made is not a world of born I all alone beweep my outcast state And my eternal spring is shall not fade Some safer world in depths of wood embrace The stars move still with sound of glace And all the air a solemn stilness holds My ear is much enarmoured of your silent notes What angel wakes me from my flowered bed? Oh, you have killed my sleeping fairyland I pray you gentle mortal, sing again Im wandering till truth makes all things plain By moonshine did these lovers think no scorn To stay but here awhile most radiantly How glorious once above thy sphere And all the air Heavens matchless king does glance Methought he is there
enarmoured, stilness, radiantly, beweep, methought