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04-17-2009, 02:10 AM
Sonnet #7
VII.br /br /Lo! in the orient when the gracious lightbr /Lifts up his burning head, each under eyebr /Doth homage to his new-appearing sight,br /Serving with looks his sacred majesty;br /And having climb'd the steep-up heavenly hill,br /Resembling strong youth in his middle age,br /yet mortal looks adore his beauty still,br /Attending on his golden pilgrimage;br /But when from highmost pitch, with weary car,br /Like feeble age, he reeleth from the day,br /The eyes, 'fore duteous, now converted arebr /From his low tract and look another way:br /So thou, thyself out-going in thy noon,br /Unlook'd on diest, unless thou get a son.br /
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VII.br /br /Lo! in the orient when the gracious lightbr /Lifts up his burning head, each under eyebr /Doth homage to his new-appearing sight,br /Serving with looks his sacred majesty;br /And having climb'd the steep-up heavenly hill,br /Resembling strong youth in his middle age,br /yet mortal looks adore his beauty still,br /Attending on his golden pilgrimage;br /But when from highmost pitch, with weary car,br /Like feeble age, he reeleth from the day,br /The eyes, 'fore duteous, now converted arebr /From his low tract and look another way:br /So thou, thyself out-going in thy noon,br /Unlook'd on diest, unless thou get a son.br /
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