Stella, while now by honor's cruel might, <br />I am from you, light of my life, mis-led, <br />And that fair you, my Sun, thus overspread <br />With absence' veil, I live in sorrow's night; <br /> <br />If this dark place yet show like candle light <br />Some beauty's piece, as amber-color'd head, <br />Milk hands, rose cheeks, or lips more sweet, more red, <br />Or seeing jet's black but in blackness bright. <br /> <br />They please, I do confess; they please mine eyes, <br />But why? Because of you they models be, <br />Models such be wood globes of glist'ring skies. <br /> <br />Dear, therefore be not jealous over me, <br />If you hear that they seem my heart to move. <br />Not them, oh no, but you in them I love.<br /><br />Sir Philip Sidney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-91-stella-while-now/
