The Poetry Corner

Astrophel and Stella - Sonnet LXXXIV

By Philip Sidney (Sir)

High way, since you my chiefe Pernassus be, And that my Muse, to some eares not vnsweet, Tempers her words to trampling horses feete More oft then to a chamber-melodie. Now, blessed you beare onward blessed me To her, where I my heart, safe-left, shall meet; My Muse and I must you of dutie greet With thankes and wishes, wishing thankfully. Be you still faire, honord by publicke heede; By no encroachment wrong'd, nor time forgot; Nor blam'd for bloud, nor sham'd for sinfull deed; And that you know I enuy you no lot Of highest wish, I wish you so much bliss, Hundreds of yeares you Stellaes feet may kisse.