| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Laura—Part II. | | XXIV. No sooner do I earnest fix mine eyes | | Robert Tofte (1561–1620) |
| | | NO sooner do I earnest fix mine eyes | |
| On my fair Sun: but that I her perceive | |
| To vanish like a cloud, in darkest wise; | |
| As if, eclipsed, her light it did bereave. | |
| I know not, If She’s troubled thus because | 5 |
| She doth disdain I should behold her so: | |
| Or if for fear, this shadow to her draws; | |
| Lest me her beams should hurt, which glistering show. | |
| Say then, sweet LOVE, for thou know’st best, if still | |
| I shall behold her; or no more, thou will. | 10 | | | |
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