Whilst by her eyes pursu'd, my poor heart flew it, <br />Into the sacred bosom of my dearest; <br />She there in that sweet sanctuary slew it, <br />Where it presum'd its safety to be nearest. <br />My priviledge of faith could not protect it, <br />That was with blood and three years' witness sign'd; <br />In all which time she never could suspect it, <br />For well she saw my love, and how I pin'd. <br />And yet no comfort would her brow reveal me, <br />No lightning look, which falling hopes erecteth. <br />What boots to laws of succour to appeal me? <br />Ladies and tyrants never laws respecteth. <br />Then there I die, where hop'd I to have liven, <br />And by that hand, which better might have given.<br /><br />Samuel Daniel<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xxix-whilst-by-her-eyes-pursu-d/
