My heart was slain, and none but you and I; <br />Who should I think the murther should commit, <br />Since but yourself there was no creature by, <br />But only I, guiltless of murth'ring it? <br />It slew itself; the verdict on the view <br />Doth quit the dead, and me not accessary. <br />Well, well, I fear it will be prov'd by you, <br />The evidence so great a proof doth carry. <br />But O, see, see, we need inquire no further: <br />Upon your lips the scarlet drops are found, <br />And in your eye the boy that did the murther; <br />Your cheeks yet pale, since first he gave the wound. <br />By this I see, however things be past, <br />Yet Heaven will still have murther out at last.<br /><br />Michael Drayton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-ii-my-heart-was-slain/
