Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 20, by PHILIP SIDNEY


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ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 20, by                 Poet's Biography
First Line: Fly, fly, my friends! I have my death wound - fly!
Last Line: But ere I could fly thence, it pierced my heart.
Subject(s): Love


Fly, fly, my friends, I have my death wound, fly;
See there that boy, that murth'ring 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,
Nor so fair level in so secret stay
As that sweet black which veils the heavn'ly 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,
While that black hue from me the bad guest hid:
But straight I saw motions of lightning grace,
And then descried the glist'ring of his dart:
But ere I could fly thence, it pierced my heart.





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