Oft do I muse whether my Delia's eyes <br />Are eyes, or else two fair bright stars that shine; <br />For how could nature ever thus devise <br />Of earth on earth a substance so divine. <br />Stars sure they are, whose motions rule desires, <br />And calm and tempest follow their aspects; <br />Their sweet appearing still such power inspires <br />That makes the world admire so strange effects. <br />Yet whether fixt or wand'ring stars are they, <br />Whose influence rule the Orb of my poor heart; <br />Fixt sure they are, but wan'ring make me stray, <br />In endless errors whence I cannot part. <br />Stars then, not eyes, move yet with milder view <br />Your sweet aspect on him that honors you.<br /><br />Samuel Daniel<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xxxi-oft-do-i-muse/
