8/19/2019 Sonnet VII

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Sonnet VIILo! in the orient when the gracious lightLifts up his burning head, each under eyeDoth homage to his new-appearing sight,

Serving with looks his sacred majesty; nd having climbd the steep-up heavenly hill,"esembling strong youth in his middle age,yet mortal looks adore his beauty still, ttending on his golden pilgrimage;#ut when from highmost pitch, with weary car,Like feeble age, he reeleth from the day,$he eyes, fore duteous, now converted are%rom his low tract and look another way&So thou, thyself out-going in thy noon,'nlookd on diest, unless thou get a son(