Sonnet Xiv

OH! crystal eyes, in which my image lay While I was near, as in a fountain's wave; Let it not in like manner pass away When I am gone; for I am Love's true slave, And in my eyes thine image dwells enshrined, Like one who dazzled hath beheld the sun, So that to other beauty I am blind, And scarce distinguish what I gaze upon: Let it be thus with thee! By all our vows,-- By the true token-ring upon thy hand,-- Let such remembrance as my worth allows Between thee and each bright temptation stand,-- That I, in those clear orbs, on my return, As in the wave's green depth, my shadow may discern.