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Seccombe and Arber, comps.  Elizabethan Sonnets.  1904.
 
Astrophel and Stella
XXXIII. I Might—unhappy word, O me!—I might
Sir Philip Sidney (1554–1586)
 
I MIGHT—unhappy word, O me!—I might,
And then would not, or could not see my bliss:
Till now, wrapt in a most infernal night,
I find, how heavenly day, wretch! I did miss.
  Heart rent thyself! thou dost thyself but right.        5
No lovely PARIS made thy HELEN his;
No force, no fraud robbed thee of thy delight;
No Fortune, of thy fortune author is;
  But to myself, myself did give the blow;
While too much wit (forsooth!) so troubled me,        10
That I, respects for both our sakes must show:
  And yet could not by rising morn foresee
How fair a day was near. O punisht eyes!
That I had been more foolish or more wise!
 
 
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