Beloved Mistress, faire and wise,
Than Heavens jewelles by far more bright--
Thine image to my dazzl'd eyes
Makes glorious Daye of deepest Night.
         
Thou art the Queene of Night and Fire,
In robes of Grace and Beauty gown'd;
Thou art the well-springe of desire,
The Goddess in Her Splendour crown'd.
         
And I shall worshippe at thy shrine
With passions true and tender heart;
Though I may never call thee mine,
Yet I am thine, till life shall parte.