And do I see some cause a hope to feed, <br />Or doth the tedious burden of long woe <br />In weaken'd minds, quick apprehension breed, <br />Of every image which may comfort show? <br /> <br />I cannot brag of word, much less of deed; <br />Fortune wheels still with me in one sort slow: <br />My wealth no more, and no whit less my need, <br />Desire still on the stilts of Fear doth go. <br /> <br />And yet amid all fears a hope there is <br />Stol'n to my heart, since last fair night, nay day, <br />Stella's eyes sent to me the beams of bliss, <br /> <br />Looking on me, while I look'd other way: <br />But when mine eyes back to their heav'n did move, <br />They fled with blush, which guilty seem'd of love.<br /><br />Sir Philip Sidney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-66-and-do-i-see-some-cause/
