Astrophel and Stella: XX
by Sir Philip Sidney
Fly, fly, my friends, I have my death wound, fly!
See there that boy, that murd’ring boy, I say,
Who, like a thief, hid in dark bush doth lie
Till bloody bullet get him wrongful prey.
So tyrant he no fitter place could spy,
Nor so fair level in so secret stay,
As that sweet black which veils the heav’nly eye;
There himself with his shot he close doth lay.
Poor passenger, pass now thereby I did,
And stay’d, pleas’d with the prospect of the place,
While that black hue from me the bad guest hid;
But straight I saw motions of lightning grace
And then descried the glist’ring of his dart:
But ere I could fly thence it pierc’d my heart.
End of the poem
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- Sonnet III: With how sad steps by Sir Philip Sidney - October 21, 2021
- Sonnet II: Not At First Sight by Sir Philip Sidney - October 21, 2021
- Sonnet I: Loving In Truth by Sir Philip Sidney - October 21, 2021
