Sir Philip Sidney
Poems of Sir Philip Sidney
|141.||Sonnet XXV: The Wisest Scholar||1/3/2003|
|142.||Sonnet XXVI: Though Dusty Wits||1/3/2003|
|143.||Sonnet XXVII: Because I Oft||1/3/2003|
|144.||Sonnet XXVIII: You That With Allegory's Curious Frame||1/3/2003|
|145.||Sonnet XXX: Whether the Turkish New Moon||1/3/2003|
|146.||Sonnet XXXI: With How Sad Steps, O Moon||1/3/2003|
|147.||Sonnet XXXIII: I Might||1/3/2003|
|148.||Sonnet XXXIX: Come, Sleep!||1/3/2003|
|149.||Splendidis longum valedico Nugis||1/3/2003|
|152.||This Lady's Cruelty||1/4/2003|
|153.||Thou Blind Man's Mark||1/3/2003|
|154.||To The Sad Moon||1/13/2003|
|155.||Voices at the Window||1/3/2003|
|156.||You Gote-heard Gods||1/3/2003|
To The Sad Moon
With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies!
How silently, and with how wan a face!
What! May it be that even in heavenly place
That busy archer his sharp arrows tries?
Sure, if that long-with-love-acquainted eyes
Can judge of love, thou feel'st a lover's case:
I read it in thy looks; thy languished grace
To me, that feel the like, thy state descries.
Then, even of fellowship, O Moon, tell me,