Sir Philip Sidney

(1554 - 1586 / Kent / England)

My True Love Hath My Heart, And I Have His - Poem by Sir Philip Sidney

My true-love hath my heart, and I have his,
By just exchange, one for the other giv'n.
I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss;
There never was a better bargain driv'n.
His heart in me keeps me and him in one,
My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides;
He loves my heart, for once it was his own;
I cherish his, because in me it bides.
His heart his wound received from my sight:
My heart was wounded with his wounded heart;
For as from me, on him his hurt did light,
So still me thought in me his hurt did smart:
Both equal hurt, in this change sought our bliss:
My true love hath my heart and I have his.

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  • Don KubickiDon Kubicki (7/26/2019 3:41:00 PM)

    The shepherdess speaking here tells how true love occurs and while giving of itself shares a heart with another. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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