| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Diana | The Fifth Decade
Sonnet IX. Whilst Echo cries, “What shall become of me?” | | Henry Constable (1562–1613) |
| | | WHILST ECHO cries, “What shall become of me?” | |
| And desolate, my desolations pity: | |
| Thou in thy beauty’s carrack sitt’st, to see | |
| My tragic downfall, and my funeral ditty. | |
| No timbrel, but my heart thou play’st upon, | 5 |
| Whose strings are stretched unto the highest key. | |
| The diapason, love. Love is the unison; | |
| In love, my life and labours waste away. | |
| Only regardless, to the world thou leav’st me, | |
| Whilst slain HOPES, turning from the feast of sorrow, | 10 |
| Unto DESPAIR, their King, which ne’er deceives me, | |
| Captives my heart, (whose black night hates the morrow) | |
| And he, in truth of my distressed cry, | |
| Plants me a weeping star within mine eye. | | | | |
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