| Samuel Waddington, comp. The Sonnets of Europe. 1888. | | | | “Believe me, nymph, I feel th’ impending blow” | | By Miguel de Cervantes (1547–1616) |
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BELIEVE me, nymph, I feel th’ impending blow, | |
| And glory in the near approach of death; | |
| For when thou see’st my corse devoid of breath, | |
| My constancy and truth thou sure wilt know. | |
| Welcome to me Oblivion’s shade obscure! | 5 |
| Welcome the loss of fortune, life, and fame! | |
| But thy loved features, and thy honoured name, | |
| Deep graven on my heart, shall still endure. | |
| And these, as sacred relics, will I keep | |
| Till that sad moment when to endless night | 10 |
| My long-tormented soul shall take her flight. | |
| Alas for him who on the darkened deep | |
| Floats idly, sport of the tempestuous tide, | |
| No port to shield him, and no star to guide. | | | | |
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