| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Astrophel and Stella | | XLVIII. Soul’s joy! bend not those morning stars from me! | | Sir Philip Sidney (1554–1586) |
| | | SOUL’s joy! bend not those morning stars from me! | |
| Where Virtue is made strong by Beauty’s might, | |
| Where Love is Chasteness, Pain doth learn Delight, | |
| And Humbleness grows one with Majesty: | |
| Whatever may ensue, O let me be | 5 |
| Co-partner of the riches of that sight! | |
| Let not mine eyes be hell-driven from that light! | |
| O look! O shine! O let me die and see! | |
| For though I oft myself of them bemoan, | |
| That through my heart their beamy darts be gone; | 10 |
| Whose cureless wounds, even now, most freshly bleed: | |
| Yet since my death wound is already got; | |
| Dear Killer! spare not thy sweet cruel shot! | |
| A kind of grace it is, to slay with speed. | | | | |
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