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Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.

Astrophel and Stella

XCVIII. Ah, bed! the field where joy’s peace some do see

Sir Philip Sidney (1554–1586)

AH, bed! the field where joy’s peace some do see;

The field where all my thoughts to war be trained:

How is thy grace by my strange fortune stained!

How thy lee shores by my sighs stormèd be!

With sweet soft shades, thou oft invitest me

To steal some rest; but, wretch! I am constrained—

Spurred with LOVE’s spur, though gold; and shortly reined

With CARE’s hard hand—to turn and toss in thee!

While the black horrors of the silent night

Paint WOE’s black face so lively to my sight;

That tedious leisure marks each wrinkled line.

But when AURORA leads out PHŒBUS’ dance,

Mine eyes then only wink: for spite perchance;

That worms should have their sun, and I want mine.