| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Licia | | Sonnet XLVII. Like Memnon’s rock, touched with the rising sun | | Giles Fletcher (1586?–1623) |
| | | LIKE MEMNON’s rock, touched with the rising sun, | |
| Which yields a sound, and echoes forth a voice: | |
| But when it ’s drowned in western seas is dumb; | |
| And drowsy-like, leaves off to make a noise. | |
| So I, my Love, enlightened with your shine, | 5 |
| A Poet’s skill within my soul I shroud; | |
| Not rude, like that which finer wits decline; | |
| But such as Muses, to the best allowed. | |
| But when your figure and your shape is gone; | |
| I speechless am, like as I was before: | 10 |
| Or if I write, my verse is filled with moan; | |
| And blurred with tears, by falling in such store. | |
| Then muse not, LICIA, if my Muse be slack: | |
| For when I wrote, I did thy beauty lack. | | | | |
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