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.