Luyện nghe bài hát Vi. Sun Ascension A - (sonnet Cxlviii)

O me, what hath Love put in my head,
Which have no correspondence with sight!
Or, if they have, where is my fled,
That censures falsely they see aright?
If that be fair my false eyes dote,
What the world to say it is not so?
If it be not, then love well denote
eye is not so true as all men's 'No.'
How can it? O, how can eye be true,
That is so with watching and with tears?
No marvel then, though I my view;
The sun itself sees not heaven clears.
O cunning Love! with thou keep'st me blind,
Lest well-seeing thy foul faults should find.