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SirPhilip Sidney : Astrophil and Stella (33)

I might, unhappy word, O me, I might,
And then would not, or could not see my bliss:
Till now, wrapt in a most infernal night,
I find how heavínly day wretch I did miss1.
	Heart rent2 thyself, thou doest thyself but right,
No lovely Paris made thy Helen his3:
No force, no fraud, robbíd thee of thy delight,
Nor Fortune of thy fortune author is:
	But to myself myself did give the blow,
While too much wit (forsooth) so troubled me,
That I respects4 for both our sakes must show:
And yet could not by rising morn foresee
	How fair a day was near, O punisht eyes,
	That I had been more foolish or more wise. 

SirPhilip Sidney (1554-1586)	P.1591

 
FOOTNOTES
1 itís probably helpful to recall that the poet is the star lover (Astrophil) and that by morning the object of his love, the star (Stella), is no more; 2 here, as in tear or cleave; 3 Paris was said to have seduced and carried off the beautiful Helen to Troy, the event which started the Trojan wars; 4 care
 

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