Since I have lackt the comfort of that light,
    The which was wont to lead my thoughts astray:
    I wander as in darkenesse of the night,
    affrayd of every dangers least dismay.
Ne ought I see, though in the clearest day,
    when others gaze upon theyr shadowes vayne:
    but th'onely image of that heavenly ray,
    whereof some glance doth in mine eie remayne.
Of which beholding th'Idæa playne,
    throgh contemplation of my purest part:
    with light thereof I doe my selfe sustayne,
    and thereon feed my love-affamisht hart.
But with such brightnesse whylest I fill my mind,
    I starve my body and mine eyes doe blynd.