LOng-while I sought to what I might compare <br />those powrefull eies, which lighte[n] my dark spright, <br />yet find I nought on earth to which I dare <br />resemble th'ymage of their goodly light. <br />Not to the Sun: for they doo shine by night; <br />nor to the Moone: for they are changed neuer; <br />nor to the Starres: for they haue purer sight; <br />nor to the fire: for they consume not euer; <br />Nor to the lightning: for they still persuer; <br />nor to the Diamond: for they are more tender; <br />nor vnto Christall: for nought may them seuer; <br />nor vnto glasse: such basenesse mought offend her; <br />Then to the Maker selfe they likest be, <br />whose light doth lighten all that here we see.<br /><br />Edmund Spenser<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-ix/
