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Seccombe and Arber, comps.  Elizabethan Sonnets.  1904.
 
Sonnets and Poetical Translations
XXIII. Finding those beams, which I must ever love
Sir Philip Sidney (1554–1586)
 
FINDING those beams, which I must ever love,
To mar my mind; and with my hurt, to please:
I deemed it best some absence for to prove,
If further place might further me to ease.
  My eyes thence drawn, where lived all their light,        5
Blinded, forthwith in dark despair did lie:
Like to the mole, with want of guiding sight,
Deep plunged in earth, deprivèd of the sky.
  In absence blind, and wearied with that woe;
To greater woes, by presence, I return:        10
Even as the fly, which to the flame doth go;
Pleased with the light, that his small corse doth burn,
    Fair choice I have, either to live or die;
    A blindèd mole, or else a burnèd fly!
 
 
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