Delia: Sonnet 54

VNhappy pen, and ill accepted papers,
That intimate in vaine my chast desires:
My chast desires, (the euer-burning Tapers,)
Inkindled by her eyes celestiall fires.
Celestiall fires, and vnrespecting powers,
That deigne not viewe, the glory of your might:
In humble lines the worke of carefull howres,
The sacrifice I offer to her sight.
But sith shee scornes her owne, this rests for mee,
Ile mone my selfe, and hide the wrong I haue,
And so content mee that her frownes should be
To m'infant stile the cradle and the graue.
What though my selfe no honour get thereby,
Each byrd sings to her selfe, and so will I.