| Translation and Analysis of Sonnet VII |
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| SONNET 7 |
| Lo! in the orient when the gracious light |
| Lifts up his burning head, each under eye |
| Doth homage to his new-appearing sight, |
| Serving with looks his sacred majesty; |
| And having climb'd the steep-up heavenly hill, |
| Resembling strong youth in his middle age, |
| yet mortal looks adore his beauty still, |
| Attending on his golden pilgrimage; |
| But when from highmost pitch, with weary car, |
| Like feeble age, he reeleth from the day, |
| The eyes, 'fore duteous, now converted are |
| From his low tract and look another way: |
| So thou, thyself out-going in thy noon, |
| Unlook'd on diest, unless thou get a son. |
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