Sonnet XXXVIII Fair and Lovely Maid

Fair and lovely maid, look from the shore,

See thy Leander striving in these waves,

Poor soul forespent, whose force can do no more:

Now send forth hopes, for now calm pity saves.

And waft him to thee with those lovely eyes,

A happy convoy to a holy land;

Now show thy power and where thy virtue lies;

To save thine own, stretch out the fairest hand.

Stretch out the fairest hand a pledge of peace,

That hand that darts so right and never misses;

I'll not revenge old wrongs; my wrath shall cease;

For that which gave me wounds,

I'll give it kisses.

Once let the ocean of my cares find shore,

That thou be pleas'd, and I may sigh no more.