16th-century Early Modern English sonnet celebrates the ethereal beauty and steadfast devotion inspired by a fair-haired maiden.
Fair maiden with the locks of molten gold, Whose gentle grace doth make the sun seem dim, No earthly treasure that the heavens hold Can match thy virtue, pure in every limb. Thine eyes, like morning dew upon the rose, Do awaken all my spirit with delight; When darkness falls and all the world doth close, Thy shining tresses guide me through the night. Sweet lady, let my humble heart draw near, To tender thee a vow that shall endure; Through every changing season of the year, My love for thee abides forever sure. No fleeting time can fade thy radiant hair, Nor dim the sweet perfection of thy face; For God hath framed no creature half so fair, Nor crowned a maiden with so bright a grace.
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