Sonnets: Idea Xliii Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCDEFEFGG

Why should your fair eyes with such sov'reign graceA
Disperse their rays on every vulgar spiritB
Whilst I in darkness in the self same placeA
Get not one glance to recompense my meritB
So doth the plowman gaze the wand'ring starC
And only rest contented with the lightD
That never learned what constellations areC
Beyond the bent of his unknowing sightD
O why should beauty custom to obeyE
To their gross sense apply herself so illF
Would God I were as ignorant as theyE
When I am made unhappy by my skillF
Only compelled on this poor good to boastG
Heavens are not kind to them that know them mostG

Michael Drayton



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