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

O me, eyes hath Love put in my head,
have no correspondence with true sight!
Or, if they have, is my judgment fled,
That censures falsely what see aright?
If that be fair my false eyes dote,
means 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 vex'd with and with tears?
No marvel then, though I mistake my
The sun itself not till heaven clears.
O cunning Love! tears thou keep'st me blind,
Lest eyes thy foul faults should find.