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Seccombe and Arber, comps.  Elizabethan Sonnets.  1904.
 
Astrophel and Stella
XX. Fly! fly! my friends; I have my death wound, fly!
Sir Philip Sidney (1554–1586)
 
FLY! fly! my friends; I have my death wound, fly!
See there that boy! that murdering boy, I say!
Who, like a thief, hid in dark bush doth lie,
Till bloody bullet get him wrongful prey!
  So, tyrant! he no fitter place could spy,        5
Nor so fair level in so secret stay,
As that sweet black which veils the heavenly eye:
There himself with his shot, he close doth lay.
  Poor passenger! pass now thereby I did,
And stayed, pleased with the prospect of the place;        10
While that black hue from me the bad guest hid:
  But straight I saw motions of lightning grace,
And then descried the glistering of his dart;
But ere I could fly hence, it pierced my heart.
 
 
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