Astrophil and Stella: 8th Sonnet

by Philip Sidney

Love borne in Greece, of late fled from his native place,
Forst by a tedious proofe, that Turkish hardned hart
Were no fit marke, to pearce with his fine pointed dart:
And pleasd with our lost peace, staide here his fleeting race.
But finding these North climes, too coldlie him imbrace,
Not usde to frosen clippes, he strave to finde some part
Where with most ease and warmth, he might imploy his art.
At length he preach’d himselfe in Stellas joyfull face,
Whose faire skinne, beamie eyes, like morning Sunne on snow:
Deceiv’d the quaking boy, who thought from so pure light,
Effects of livelie heate must needes in nature growe.
But shee most faire, most colde; made him thence take his flight
To my close hart; where while some fire brands he did lay,
He burnt unwares his wings, and cannot fly away.

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