"Who is it that this dark night <br />Underneath my window plaineth?" <br />'It is one who from thy sight <br />Being, ah! exiled, disdaineth <br />Every other vulgar light.' <br /> <br />"Why, alas! and are you he? <br />Be not yet those fancies changed?" <br />'Dear, when you find change in me, <br />Though from me you be estranged, <br />Let my change to ruin be.' <br /> <br />"Well, in absence this will die; <br />Leave to see, and leave to wonder." <br />'Absence sure will help, If I <br />Can learn how myself to sunder <br />From what in my heart doth lie.' <br /> <br />"But time will these thoughts remove: <br />Time doth work what no man knoweth." <br />'Time doth as the subject prove, <br />With time still the affection groweth <br />In the faithful turtle dove.' <br /> <br />"What if you new beauties see? <br />Will not they stir new affection?" <br />'I will think they pictures be, <br />Image-like of saint's perfection, <br />Poorly counterfeiting thee.' <br /> <br />"But your reason's purest light <br />Bids you leave such minds to nourish." <br />'Dear, do reason no such spite,— <br />Never doth thy beauty flourish <br />More than in my reason's sight.' <br /> <br />"But the wrongs love bears will make <br />Love at length leave undertaking." <br />'No, the more fools do it shake <br />In a ground of so firm making, <br />Deeper still they drive the stake.' <br /> <br />"Peace! I think that some give ear; <br />Come no more, lest I get anger." <br />'Bliss, I will my bliss forbear, <br />Fearing, sweet, you to endanger; <br />But my soul shall harbour there.' <br /> <br />Well, begone, begone, I say, <br />Lest that Argus' eyes perceive you." <br />'O unjust Fortune's sway, <br />Which can make me thus to leave you, <br />And from louts to run away!'<br /><br />Sir Philip Sidney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/astrophel-and-stella-eleventh-song/
