THe souerayne beauty which I doo admyre, <br />witnesse the world how worthy to be prayzed: <br />the light wherof hath kindled heauenly iyre, <br />in my fraile spirit by her from basenesse raysed. <br />That being now with her huge brightnesse dazed, <br />base thing I can no more endure to view: <br />but looking still on her I stand amazed, <br />at wondrous sight of so celestiall hew. <br />So when my toung would speak her praises dew, <br />it stopped is with thoughts astonishment: <br />and when my pen would write her titles true, <br />it rauisht is with fancies wonderment: <br />Yet in my hart I then both speake and write, <br />the wonder that my wit cannot endite.<br /><br />Edmund Spenser<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-iii-3/
