Classic Poem

My Tongue, is turn'd to Eyes , mine Eyes to Eares .
In the dread presence of my deerest Loue
Who whiles shee speakes, my very seeing heares;
Hir Tongue, and Bodie do so sprightly moue!
My Tongue, and Eares are deaff, and dumbe the whiles,
Orewhelm'd with Loue, and Ioy, and Hope in each;
Only my Lookes applaude hir Words with smiles,
As if they onely heard, and saw Their reache.
And sith with hir I cannot interpleade
But meerely by the meane of speaking-Lookes,
Sith Lookes alone must stand me then in steade
My Lookes shalbe Loue, and Witts record Bookes ,
Wherein shee still may reade what I conceaue
Of her sweet words, and what replies I giue.