When like an eaglet I first found my Love, 
For that the virtue I thereof would know, 
Upon the nest I set it forth to prove 
If it were of that kingly kind or no; 
But it no sooner say my Sun appear, 
But on her rays with open eyes it stood, 
To show that I had hatch'd it for the air 
And rightly came from that brave mounting brood; 
And, when the plumes were summ'd with sweet desire,
To prove the pinions it ascends the skies; 
Do what I could, it needsly would aspire
To my Soul's Sun, those two celestial eyes. 
Thus from my breast, where it was bred alone, 
It after thee is, like an eaglet, flown.