My Fair, if thou wilt register my love, <br />A world of volumes shall thereof arise; <br />Preserve my tears, and thou thyself shalt prove <br />A second flood, down-raining from mine eyes. <br />Note by my sighs, and thine eyes shall behold <br />The sunbeams smother'd with immortal smoke; <br />And if by thee my prayers may be enroll'd, <br />They Heav'n and Earth to pity shall provoke. <br />Look thou into my breast, and thou shalt see <br />Chaste holy vows for my soul's sacrifice, <br />That soul, sweet Maid, which so hath honor'd thee, <br />Erecting trophies to thy sacred eyes, <br />Those eyes to my heart shining ever bright, <br />When darkness hath obscur'd each other light.<br /><br />Michael Drayton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-lv-my-fair-if-thou-wilt/
