Astrophil and Stella

Sonnet 38

This night, while sleep begins with heavy wings 
   To hatch mine eyes, and that unbitted thought 
   Doth fall to stray, and my chief powers are brought 
To leave the scepter of all subject things; 
The first that straight my fancy's error brings 
   Unto my mind is Stella's image, wrought 
   By love's own self, but with so curious draught 
That she, methinks, not only shines but sings. 
   I start, look, hark: but in what closed-up sense 
Was held, in opened sense it flies away, 
Leaving me nought but wailing eloquence. 
I, seeing better sights in sights decay, 
   Called it anew, and wooed sleep again; 
   But him, her host, that unkind guest had slain.  
Sir Philip Sidney

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