So my storm-beaten heart likewise is cheered, with that sunshine when cloudy looks are cleared.

Mark when she smiles with amiable cheer,

And tell me whereto can ye liken it:

When on each eyelid sweetly do appear

An hundred Graces as in shade to sit.

Likest it seemeth in my simple wit

Unto the fair sunshine in summer's day:

That when a dreadful storm away is flit,

Through the broad world doth spread his goodly ray:

At sight whereof each bird that sits on spray,

And every beast that to his den was fled

Comes forth afresh out of their late dismay,

And to the light lift up their drooping head.

So my storm-beaten heart likewise is cheered,

With that sunshine when cloudy looks are cleared.

 

Edmund Spenser (1552-1599), Amoretti - Sonnet XL

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