Oh happy Thames, that didst my Stella bear, <br />I saw thyself with many a smiling line <br />Upon thy cheerful face, Joy's livery wear, <br />While those fair planets on thy streams did shine. <br /> <br />The boat for joy could not to dance forbear, <br />While wanton winds with beauties so divine <br />Ravish'd, stay'd not, till in her golden hair <br />They did themselves (oh sweetest prison) twine. <br /> <br />And fain those Aeol's youth there would their stay <br />Have mde, but, forc'd by Nature still to fly, <br />First did with puffing kiss those locks display: <br /> <br />She so dishevel'd, blush'd; from window I <br />With sight thereof cried out; oh fair disgrace, <br />Let Honor self to thee grant highest place.<br /><br />Sir Philip Sidney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-103-oh-happy-thames/
