e beds and bowers

    Be overgroter weeds and rue,

    And  t ine,

    ake to do

    t pine.

    Instruct to keep true,

    And tell ts are left in mine.

    Sonnet XLIV: Belovèd, t Brougrong>

    Belovèd, t brought me many flowers

    Plucked in through

    And er, and it seemed as if they grew

    In the sun and showers.

    So, in t love of ours,

    take back ts woo,

    And whdrew

    From my s ground. Indeed, those bed and bowers

    Be overgroter weeds and rue,

    And  t ine,

    ake to do

    t pine.

    Instruct to keep true,

    And tell ts are left in mine.

    Accuse me not, beseec I wear

    too calm and sad a face in front of thine;

    For  shine

    it on our brow and hair.

    On me t ing care,

    As on a bee s in a crystalline;

    Since sorrow  me safe in loves divine,

    And to spread er air

    ere most impossible failure, if I strove

    to fail so. But I look on thee--

    Behe end of love,

    hearing oblivion beyond memory;

    As one ws and gazes from above,

    Over to tter sea.

    Accuse me not, beseec I wear

    too calm and sad a face in front of thine;

    For  shine

    it on our brow and hair.

    On me t ing care,

    As on a bee in a crystalline;

    Since sorrow  me safe in loves divine

    And to spread er air

    ere most impossible failure, if I strove

    to fail so. But I look on thee--

    Be