Sonnet

I saw my lady by a cool, fresh stream, Among green branches where gay ladies stand; Since that first hour when felt I love's hot brand I never saw her face more lovely gleam. This sight fulfilled in part my fondest dream And o'er my soul put reason in command; But when I left my heart stayed in her hand, And fears and grief the greater so did seem. When now the sun bends downward to the west, And leaves the earth in shadow and in night, Then sun my own is hidden from its ray, For setting suns more sadness bring at best. But though too little lasts the world's best light My memory stays and does not fade away.