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Poem by Alexander Montgomerie


Sonnet 40. To his Maistres. II


Thyne ee the glasse vhare I beheld my [hairt ;]
Myn ee the windo throu the vhilk thyn ee
May see my hairt, and thair thy self espy
In bloody colours hou thou painted art.

Thyne ee the pyle is of a murth[erers dairt ;]
Myne ee the sicht thou taks thy levell by,
To shute my hairt, and nevir shute aury :
Myn ee thus helpis thyn ee to work my smarte.

Thyn ee consumes me lyk a flamming fyre ;
Myn ee most lyk a flood of teirs do run.
Oh ! that the water, in myne ee begun,
Micht quench the burning fornace of desyre !

Or then the fyr els kindlit by thyn ey,
The flouing teirs of sorrou micht mak dry !



Alexander Montgomerie


Alexander Montgomerie's other poems:
  1. The Cherrie and the Slae
  2. Sonnet 18. To the Lords of the Session. I
  3. Sonnet 30. Christen Lyndesay to Ro. Hudsone
  4. Sonnet 61. Of the Duleweid. III
  5. Sonnet 19. To the Lords of the Session. II


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