Sonnet To Joanna Zagrobelny

How art thou too beauteous to my muse? Thou breath is tamed like those of thy dreary seam As thy eyes art to themselves pilgrims of mine abuse From the heavenly seas drowning deep into my dreams. Thy arms that reach to the levels of sincerity Hath sent mine tears into the soils of Fortune. Since I left thee, my mind disguised eye in diversity Brung me thy care with affectionate emotion; Thy form singeth to bird’s stunned brains For what I care for thee silences my heart, You are so strongly in my pulsed veins That thy muse art so believed in me depart. O, never say thou art so true as this Fed by heaven’s gold thy eyes art godly kissed.