Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 44, by PHILIP SIDNEY


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ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 44, by                 Poet's Biography
First Line: My words I know do well set forth my mind
Last Line: Are metamorphosed straight to tunes of joys.
Subject(s): Love; Stars


My words, I know, do well set forth my mind;
My mind bemoans his sense of inward smart;
Such smart may pity claim of any heart;
Her heart (sweet heart) is of no tiger's kind:
And yet she hears, yet I no pity find,
But more I cry, less grace she doth impart.
Alas, what cause is there so overthwart,
That nobleness itself makes thus unkind?
I much do guess, yet find no truth save this:
That when the breath of my complaints doth touch
Those dainty doors unto the court of bliss,
The heavenly nature of that place is such
That once come there, the sobs of mine annoys
Are metamorphosed straight to tunes of joys.





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