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SirPhilip Sidney : Astrophil and Stella (20)

Fly, fly, my friends, I have my death wound; fly,
See there that boy1, that murth’ring boy I say,
Who like a thief, hid in dark bush doth lie,
Till bloody bullet get him wrongful prey.
	So tyran1 he no fitter place could spy,
Nor so fair level3 in so secret stay4,
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 stayed 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 I descried the glist’ring of his dart:
	But ere I could fly thence, it pierc’d my heart. 

SirPhilip Sidney (1554-1586)	P.1591

 
FOOTNOTES
1 i.e. Cupid, the Roman god of love, shooting his arrows; 2 such a tyrant; 3 good aim; 4 hiding place
 

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