Raising my hopes on hills of high desire, <br />Thinking to scale the heaven of her heart, <br />My slender means presum'd too high a part; <br />Her thunder of disdain forc'd me retire, <br />And threw me down to pain in all this fire <br />Where, lo, I languish in so heavy smart, <br />Because th'attempt was far above my art; <br />Her pride brook'd not poor souls should come so nigh her. <br />Yet I protest my high aspiring will <br />Was not to dispossess her of her right; <br />Her sovereignty should have remained still; <br />I only sought the bliss to have her sight. <br />Her sight contented thus to see me spill, <br />Fram'd my desires fit for her eyes to kill.<br /><br />Samuel Daniel<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xxxvi-raising-my-hopes/
