Oft do I muse whether my Delia`s eyes Are eyes, or else two fair bright stars that shine; For how could nature ever thus devise Of earth on earth a substance so divine. Stars sure they are, whose motions rule desires, And calm and tempest follow their aspects; Their sweet appearing still such power inspires That makes the world admire so strange effects. Yet whether fixt or wand`ring stars are they, Whose influence rule the Orb of my poor heart; Fixt sure they are, but wan`ring make me stray, In endless errors whence I cannot part. Stars then, not eyes, move yet with milder view Your sweet aspect on him that honors you.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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