I might!--unhappy word--O me, I might, <br />And then would not, or could not, see my bliss; <br />Till now wrapt in a most infernal night, <br />I find how heav'nly day, wretch! I did miss. <br />Heart, rend thyself, thou dost thyself but right; <br />No lovely Paris made thy Helen his, <br />No force, no fraud robb'd thee of thy delight, <br />Nor Fortune of thy fortune author is; <br />But to myself myself did give the blow, <br />While too much wit, forsooth, so troubled me <br />That I respects for both our sakes must show: <br />And yet could not by rising morn foresee <br />How fair a day was near: O punish'd eyes, <br />That I had been more foolish,--or more wise!<br /><br />Sir Philip Sidney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xxxiii-i-might/
