letra de sonnet 7 - the marlowe society
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lo, in the orient when the gracious light
lifts up his burning head, each under eye
doth homage to his new-appearing sight
serving with looks his sacred majesty;
and having climb’d the steep-up heavenly hill
resembling strong youth in his middle age
yet mortal looks adore his beauty still
attending on his golden pilgrimage;
but when from highmost pitch, with weary car
like feeble age, he reeleth from the day
the eyes, ’fore duteous, now convertеd are
from his low tract and look another way:
so thou, thyself out-going in thy noon
unlook’d on diеst, unless thou get a son
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