Drawn by th'attractive virtue of her eyes, <br />My touch'd heart turns it to that happy coast; <br />My joyful North, where all my fortune lies, <br />The level of my hopes desired most. <br />There where my Delia , fairer than the Sun, <br />Deckt with her youth whereon the world smileth, <br />Joys in that honor which her beauty won, <br />Th'eternal volume which her fame compileth. <br />Flourish, fair Albion, glory of the North, <br />Neptune's darling held between his arms, <br />Divided from the world as better worth, <br />Kept for himself, defended from all harms. <br />Still let disarmed peace deck her and thee, <br />And Muse-foe Mars abroad far foster'd be.<br /><br />Samuel Daniel<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-liii-drawn/
