Oh she doth teach the torches to burn bright. It seems she hangs on the cheek of night, like a rich jewel in an Ethipoes ear. beauty too rich for use, for earths too dear. So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows, a yonder lady her fellows shows. The measure done, I’ll watch her take her place of stand, and touching her- make blessed my rude hand. Has my heart loved til now? Fire swear it’s sight! I’ve ne’er seen true beauty til this night!
Dec 12, 2025
Dec 12, 2025 at 8:36 PM UTC
Oh she doth teach the torches to burn bright. It seems she hangs on the cheek of night, like a rich jewel in an Ethipoes ear. beauty too rich for use, for earths too dear. So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows, a yonder lady her fellows shows. The measure done, I’ll watch her take her place of stand, and touching her- make blessed my rude hand. Has my heart loved til now? Fire swear it’s sight! I’ve ne’er seen true beauty til this night!
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