Sonnet 3 by Edmund Spenser
The sovereign Beauty which I do admire,
Witness the World how worthy to be prais’d;
The Light whereof hath kindled heavenly Fire
In my frail Spirit, by her from Baseness rais’d:
That being now with her huge Brightness daz’d,
Base dung I can no more endure to view;
But looking still on her, I stand amaz’d
At wondrous Sight of so celestial Hue.
So when my Tongue would speak her Praises due,
It stopped is with Thought’s Astonishment;
And when my Pen would write her Titles true,
It ravish’d is with Fancy’s Wonderment;
Yet in my Heart I then both speak and write
The Wonder that my Wit cannot endite.