A new friend introduced me to the work of John Milton recently.
You can find different analyses of his sonnets online. I had to check out some essays to get the meaning down.
This one was recommended to me and is my favourite so far:
Methought I saw my late espoused Saint
Brought to me, like Alcestis, from the grave,
Who Jove's great Son to her glad husband gave,
Rescu'd from death by force, though pale and faint.
Mine, as whom washt from spot of child-bed taint
Purification in the old Law did save,
And such as yet once more I trust to have
Full sight of her in Heav'n without restraint,
Came vested all in white, pure as her mind;
Her face was veil'd, yet to my fancied sight
Love, sweetness, goodness in her person shin'd
So clear, as in no face with more delight.
But Oh! as to embrace me she enclin'd,
I wak'd, she fled, and day brought back my night.