| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Astrophel and Stella | | XX. Fly! fly! my friends; I have my death wound, fly! | | Sir Philip Sidney (1554–1586) |
| | | FLY! fly! my friends; I have my death wound, fly! | |
| See there that boy! that murdering boy, I say! | |
| Who, like a thief, hid in dark bush doth lie, | |
| Till bloody bullet get him wrongful prey! | |
| So, tyrant! he no fitter place could spy, | 5 |
| Nor so fair level in so secret stay, | |
| As that sweet black which veils the heavenly eye: | |
| There himself with his shot, he close doth lay. | |
| Poor passenger! pass now thereby I did, | |
| And stayed, pleased with the prospect of the place; | 10 |
| While that black hue from me the bad guest hid: | |
| But straight I saw motions of lightning grace, | |
| And then descried the glistering of his dart; | |
| But ere I could fly hence, it pierced my heart. | | | | |
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