Sonnet 22: In Highest Way of Heav'n
In
highest
way
of
heav'n
the
Sun
did
ride,
Progressing
then
from
fair
twins'
golden
place:
Having
no
scarf
of
clouds
before
his
face,
But
shining
forth
of
heat
in
his
chief
pride;
When
some
fair
ladies
by
hard
promise
tied,
On
horseback
met
him
in
his
furious
race,
Yet
each
prepar'd
with
fan's
well-shading
grace
From
that
foe's
wounds
their
tender
skins
to
hide.
Stella
alone
with
face
unarmed
march'd.
Either
to
do
like
him
which
open
shone,
Or
careless
of
the
wealth
because
her
own:
Yet
were
the
hid
and
meaner
beauties
parch'd,
Her
daintiest
bare
went
free;
the
cause
was
this,
The
Sun,
which
others
burn'd,
did
her
but
kiss.
