Astrophil and
Stella, Sonnet
87
When I was forced from Stella, ever dear,
Stella, food of my thoughts, heart of my heart,
Stella, whose eyes make all my tempests clear,
By iron laws of duty to depart;
Alas, I
found that she with me did
smart,
I saw that tears did in her eyes appear;
I saw that sighs her sweetest lips did part,
And her sad words my saddened sense did hear.
For me, I
wept, to see pearls
scattered so;
I sighed
her sighs, and wailed for
her woe;
Yet swam in joy, such love in her was seen.
Thus,
while th'effect most bitter
was to me,
And
nothing than the cause more
sweet could be,
I had been vexed, if vexed I had not been.