Sonnet XXV. The priuate place which I did choose to waile

Thomas Watson (1555–1592)

THE PRIUATE place which I did choose to waile,

And deere lament my loues pride was a groue;

Plac’d twixt two hills within a lowlie dale,

Which now by fame was cald the vale of loue.

The vale of loue for there I spent my plainings,

Plaints that bewraid my sicke harts bitter wounding:

Loue sicke harts deepe wounds with dispaire me paining,

The bordering hills my sorrowing plaints resounding.

Each tree did beare the figure of her name,

VVhich my faint hand vppon their backs ingraued:

And euery tree did seeme her sore to blame,

Calling her proud that mee of ioyes depraued.

But vaine for shee had vowed to forsake mee,

And I to endles anguish must betake mee.