SInce I haue lackt the comfort of that light, <br />The which was wont to lead my thoughts astray: <br />I wander as in darkenesse of the night, <br />affrayd of euery dangers least dismay. <br />Ne ought I see, though in the clearest day, <br />when others gaze vpon theyr shadowes vayne: <br />but th'onely image of that heauenly ray, <br />whereof some glance doth in mine eie remayne. <br />Of which beholding th'Idaea playne, <br />throgh contemplation of my purest part: <br />with light thereof I doe my selfe sustayne, <br />and thereon feed my loue-affamisht hart. <br />But with such brightnesse whylest I fill my mind, <br />I starue my body and mine eyes doe blynd.<br /><br />Edmund Spenser<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-lxxxviii-2/
