Sonnet 55 (Sonnet 55)

MY Faire, if thou wilt register my loue,
More then worlds volumes shall thereof arise;
Preserue my teares, and thou thy selfe shalt proue,
A second flood downe raining from mine eyes:
Note but my sighes, and thine eyes shall behold,
The sun-beames smothered with immortall smoke;
And if by thee my praiers may be enrold,
They heauen and earth to pittie shall prouoke;
Looke thou into my breast, and thou shalt see,
Chaste holy vowes for my soules sacrifice,
That soule (sweete Maide) which so hath honored thee,
Erecting Trophies to thy sacred eyes;
Those eyes to my hart shining euer bright,
When darkenes hath obscurde each other light.