Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, SONNET: 18, by PHILIP SIDNEY


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SONNET: 18, by                 Poet's Biography
First Line: In wonted walks, since wonted fancies change
Last Line: Infected minds infect each thing they see.
Subject(s): Love


In wonted walks, since wonted fancies change,
Some cause there is, which of strange cause doth rise:
For in each thing, whereto mine eye doth range,
Part of my pain, me seems, engraved lies.
The rocks, which were of constant mind the mark,
In climbing steep now hard refusal show;
The shading woods seem now my sun to dark,
And stately hills disdain to look so low.
The restful caves now restless visions give;
In dales I see each way a hard ascent;
Like late mown meads, late cut from joy I live;
Alas, sweet brooks do in my tears augment:
Rocks, woods, hills, caves, dales, meads, brooks, answer me:
Infected minds infect each thing they see.




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