Stella, whence doth this new assault arise, <br />A conquer'd, yielden, ransack'd heart to win? <br />Whereto long since through my long batter'd eyes, <br />Whole armies of thy beauties entered in. <br /> <br />And there long since, Love thy lieutenant lies, <br />My forces raz'd, thy banners rais'd within: <br />Of conquest, do not these effects suffice, <br />But wilt now war upon thine own begin? <br /> <br />With so sweet voice, and by sweet Nature so <br />In sweetest strength, so sweetly skill'd withal, <br />In all sweet stratagems sweet Art can show, <br /> <br />That not my soul, which at thy foot did fall <br />Long since, forc'd by thy beams, but stone nor tree <br />By Sense's privilege, can 'scape from thee.<br /><br />Sir Philip Sidney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-36-stella-whence-doth-this/
