Sonnet XXV. Seven are the Lights that wander in the skies

Giles Fletcher (1586?–1623)

SEVEN are the Lights that wander in the skies:

And at these seven, I wonder in my Love.

To see the Moon how pale she doth arise;

Standing amazed, as though she durst not move:

So is my Sweet, much paler than the snow;

Constant her looks, those looks that cannot change.

MERCURY the next, a god sweet-tongued we know;

But her sweet voice doth wonders speak more strange.

The rising Sun doth boast him of his pride;

And yet my Love is far more fair than he.

The warlike MARS can wieldless weapons guide;

But yet that god is far more weak than She.

The lovely VENUS seemeth to be fair;

But at her best, my Love is far more bright.

SATURN, for age, with groans doth dim the air;

Whereas my Love, with smiles doth give it light.

Gaze at her brows, where heaven engrafted is;

Then sigh, and swear, There is no heaven but this.