Would eyes that glimpse all things with naked sight
Look on her angel's form, and yet remain?
But 'twould be ruin to merely abstain,
For with a glance she maketh all things right.
Wherefor in such a world doth shine this light?
It seemeth that throughout ill thoughts do reign
To bring cold terror and incessant pain,
Blanketing all things under cloak of night.
So e'en more alone doth she seem to be,
One star shining bright in an empty sky
Though a lovelier image none shall see.
O! Silvia, may thou remain'st on high
At war with Heaven for the starry throne
With the world's adoration yours to own.
Documentation / Explanation (Razo):
This is one of several sonnets I wrote back in 2002 when I was in a Renaissance poetry class and I wanted to try writing a few different love poems. It's really nothing spectacular.