| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Diana | The Fifth Decade
Sonnet VIII. Dear to my soul! then, leave me not forsaken! | | Henry Constable (1562–1613) |
| | | DEAR to my soul! then, leave me not forsaken! | |
| Fly not! My heart within thy bosom sleepeth! | |
| Even from myself and sense I have betaken | |
| Me unto thee (for whom my spirit weepeth). | |
| And on the shore of that salt teary sea, | 5 |
| Couched in a bed of unseen seeming pleasure, | |
| Where, in imaginary thoughts, thy fair self lay— | |
| But being wak’d, robbed of my life’s best treasure, | |
| I call the heavens, air, earth, and seas to hear | |
| My love! my truth! and black disdained estate! | 10 |
| Beating the rocks with bellowings of despair; | |
| Which still with plaints, my words reverberate. | |
| Sighing, “Alas, what shall become of me?” | |
| Whilst ECHO cries, “What shall become of me?” | | | | |
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