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Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.

Astrophel and Stella. Other Songs of Variable Verse

Tenth Song: O dear life! when shall it be

Sir Philip Sidney (1554–1586)

O DEAR life! when shall it be

That mine eyes, thine eyes may see?

And in them, thy mind discover,

Whether absence have had force

Thy remembrance to divorce

From the image of the lover?

Or if I myself find not,

After parting ought forgot;

Nor be barred from Beauty’s treasure;

Let no tongue aspire to tell

In what high joys I shall dwell.

Only Thought aims at the pleasure.

Thought therefore I will send thee!

To take up the place for me;

Long I will not after tarry.

There, unseen, thou mayest be bold,

Those fair wonders to behold,

Which in them, my Hopes do carry.

Thought! see thou no place forbear!

Enter bravely everywhere!

Seize on all to her belonging!

But if thou wouldst guarded be,

Fearing her beams; take with thee

Strength of Liking, Rage of Longing!

[The next three stanzas first appeared in the edition of 1598.]

Think of that most grateful time!

When my leaping heart will climb

In my lips to have his biding!

There those roses for to kiss,

Which do breathe a sugared bliss;

Opening rubies, pearls dividing.

Think of my most princely power!

When I blessèd shall devour

With my greedy lickorous senses

Beauty, Music, Sweetness, Love:

While she doth against me prove

Her strong darts, but weak defences.

Think! think of those dallyings!

When with dovelike murmurings,

With glad moaning passèd anguish;

We change eyes, and heart for heart

Each to other do depart:

Joying till joy make us languish.

O my Thought! my Thoughts surcease!

Thy delights, my woes increase.

My life melts with too much thinking.

Think no more! but die in me,

Till thou shalt revivèd be;

At her lips my nectar drinking.

F I N I S.
Sir P[HILIP] S[IDNEY].