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Seccombe and Arber, comps.  Elizabethan Sonnets.  1904.
Sonnet 57. You best discerned of my mind’s inward eyes
Michael Drayton (1563–1631)
[First printed in 1605 (No. 57), and in all later editions.]

YOU best discerned of my mind’s inward eyes,
And yet your graces outwardly Divine,
Whose dear remembrance in my bosom lies,
Too rich a relic for so poor a shrine.
  You, in whom Nature chose herself to view,        5
When she, her own perfection would admire;
Bestowing all her excellence on you,
At whose pure eyes, LOVE lights his hallowed fire;
  Even as a man that in some trance hath seen
More than his wondring utterance can unfold;        10
That, rapt in spirit, in better worlds hath been.
So must your praise distractedly be told!
  Most of all short, when I would shew you most,
  In your perfections so much am I lost.

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