You Best Discern'd Of My Interior Eyes

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Title:     You Best Discern'd Of My Interior Eyes
Author: Michael Drayton [More Titles by Drayton]

You best discern'd of my interior eyes,
And yet your graces outwardly divine,
Whose dear remembrance in my bosom lies,
Too rich a relic for so poor a shrine:
You in whom Nature chose herself to view,
When she her own perfection would admire,
Bestowing all her excellence on you;
At whose pure eyes Loue lights his halowed fire,
Even as a man that in some trance hath scene,
More than his wondring uttrance can unfold,
That rapt in spirit in better worlds hath been,
So must your praise distractedly be told;
Most of all short, when I should show you most,
In your perfections altogether lost.

[The end]
Michael Drayton's poem: You Best Discern'd Of My Interior Eyes

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