Astrophil and Stella, Sonnet 32

Morpheus, the lively son of deadly Sleep, 
     Witness of life to them that living die; 
     A prophet oft, and oft an history, 
A poet eke, as humors fly or creep, 
Since thou in me so sure a power dost keep 
     That never I with closed-up sense do lie, 
     But by thy work my Stella I descry, 
Teaching blind eyes both how to smile and weep, 
     Vouchsafe of all acquaintance this to tell: 
Whence hast thou ivory, rubies, pearl and gold, 
To show her skin, lips, teeth, and head so well? 
'Fool,' answers he,' no Inds such treasures hold, 
     But from thy heart, while my sire charmeth thee, 
     Sweet Stella's image I do steal to me.'