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 humours 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 Indes such treasures hold; 
   But from thy heart, while my sire charmeth thee, 
   Sweet Stella's image I do steal to me.  
Sir Philip Sidney

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