Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 93, by PHILIP SIDNEY



Poetry Explorer

Classic and Contemporary Poetry

ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 93, by                 Poet Analysis     Poet's Biography
First Line: O fate, o fault, o curse, child of my bliss
Last Line: I cry thy sighs; my dear, thy tears I bleed.
Subject(s): Love; Stars


O fate, O fault, O curse, child of my bliss;
What sobs can give words grace my grief to show?
What ink is black enough to paint my woe?
Through me, wretch me, even Stella vexed is.
Yet truth -- if caitiff's breath might call thee -- this
Witness with me, that my foul stumbling so
From carelessness did in no manner grow;
But wit, confused with too much care, did miss.
And do I then myself this vain 'scuse give?
I have (live I, and know this?) harmed thee;
Though worlds 'quit me, shall I myself forgive?
Only with pains my pains thus eased be,
That all my hurts in my heart's wrack I read;
I cry thy sighs; my dear, thy tears I bleed.





Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!


Other Poems of Interest...



Home: PoetryExplorer.net