Astrophil and Stella
And do I see some cause a hope to feed,
Or doth the tedious burden of long woe
In weakened minds quick apprehending breed
Of every image which may comfort show?
I cannot brag of word, much less of deed,
Fortune wheels still with me in one sort slow;
My wealth no more, and no whit less my need;
Desire still on the stilts of fear doth go.
And yet amid all fears a hope there is,
Stolen to my heart since last fair night, nay day,
Stella's eyes sent to me the beams of bliss,
Looking on me while I looked other way:
But when mine eyes back to their heaven did move,
They fled with blush which guilty seem'd of love.
Sir Philip Sidney
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