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Sonnets: Idea XXXIII To Imagination

By Michael Drayton

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Whilst yet mine eyes do surfeit with delight,     My woful heart imprisoned in my breast,     Wisheth to be transformd to my sight,     That it like those by looking might be blest.         But whilst mine eyes thus greedily do gaze,     Finding their objects over-soon depart,     These now the other's happiness do praise,     Wishing themselves that they had been my heart,         That eyes were heart, or that the heart were eyes,     As covetous the other's use to have.     But finding nature their request denies,     This to each other mutually they crave;         That since the one cannot the other be,         That eyes could think of that my heart could see.

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About Michael Drayton

Michael Drayton (1563–1631) was an English poet whose "Poly-Olbion" (1612–1622) is a vast topographical poem describing the landscape and legends of England and Wales. His sonnet "Since there's no help" is among the finest of the Elizabethan era.

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