fairest

Proud grief sits swelling in her eyes;

The sun, next those the fairest light,

Thus from the ocean first did rise:

hath not another

(Tho’ all her fairest forms are types

of thee,

) Vext with waste dreams? for saving I be join’d

'. To her that is the fairest under heaven,

Violet and olive-leaf purple and hoary,

Song-wreath and story the fairest of fame,

Flowers that the winter can blast not or bend;

At all desired? seeing thou art fair, not I.

I shall be glad of thee, O fairest head,

Alive, alone, without thee, with thee, dead;

O first-born sons of hope and fairest, ye

Whose prows first clove the thought-unsounded sea

But not alone the fairest flowers:

The merest grass

Which is the loveliest[287] it is hard to say:

This seems the fairest, so doth that to me;

And[288] this doth please me most, and so doth she;