Astrophil and Stella

Sonnet 7

When nature made her chief work, Stella's eyes,
In colour black why wrapped she beams so bright?
Would she in beamy black, like painter wise,
Frame daintiest lustre, mixed of shades and light?
   Or did she else that sober hue devise
In object best to knit and strength our sight,
Lest, if no veil those brave gleams did disguise,
They, sun-like, should more dazzle than delight?
   Or would she her miraculous power show,
That, whereas black seems beauty's contrary,
She even in black doth make all beauties flow?
Both so, and thus: she minding love should be
   Placed ever there, gave him this mourning weed
   To honour all their deaths, who for her bleed.
Sir Philip Sidney

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