| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Phillis | | Sonnet V. Ah pale and dying infant of the spring | | Thomas Lodge (1558–1625) |
| | | AH pale and dying infant of the spring, | |
| How rightly now do I resemble thee! | |
| That self same hand that thee from stalk did wring, | |
| Hath rent my breast and robbed my heart from me. | |
| Yet shalt thou live. For why? Thy native vigour | 5 |
| Shall thrive by woeful dew-drops of my dolour; | |
| And from the wounds I bear through fancy’s rigour, | |
| My streaming blood shall yield the crimson colour. | |
| The ravished sighs that ceaseless take their issue | |
| From out the furnace of my heart inflamed, | 10 |
| To yield you lasting springs shall never miss you; | |
| So by my plaints and pains, you shall be famed. | |
| Let my heart’s heat and cold, thy crimson nourish, | |
| And by my sorrows let thy beauty flourish. | | | | |
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