| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Sonnets and Poetical Translations | | XX. In wonted walks, since wonted fancies change | | Sir Philip Sidney (1554–1586) |
| | [First printed in Constable’s Diana, 1594.]
IN wonted walks, since wonted fancies change, | |
| Some cause there is, which of strange cause doth rise; | |
| For in each thing whereto my eye doth range, | |
| Part of my pain, me seems, engravèd lies. | |
| The rocks, which were of constant mind the mark, | 5 |
| In climbing steep, now hard refusal show; | |
| And shading woods seem now my sun to dark; | |
| And stately hills disdain to look so low. | |
| The restful caves, now restless visions give; | |
| In dales, I see each way a hard ascent; | 10 |
| Like late mown meads, late cut from joy I live; | |
| Alas, sweet brooks do in my tears augment. | |
| Rocks, woods, hills, caves, dales, meads, brooks answer me: | |
| Infected minds infect each thing they see. | | | | |
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