Sir Philip Sidney - Astrophel and Stella: Eighth Song lyrics

In a grove most rich of shade, Where birds wanton music made, May, then young, his pied weeds showing, New perfum'd with flowers growing, Astrophil with Stella sweet Did for mutual comfort meet, Both within themselves oppress'd, But each in the other bless'd. Him great harms had taught much care, Her fair neck a foul yoke bare; But her sight his cares did banish, In his sight her yoke did vanish. Wept they did, but now betwixt Sighs of woe were glad sights mix'd, With arms cross'd, yet testifying Restless rest, and living dying. Their ears hungry of each word, Which the dear tongue would afford, But their tongues restrain'd from walking Till their hearts had ended talking, But when their tongues could not speak, Love itself did silence break; Love did set his lips asunder, Thus to speak in love and wonder: "Stella, sovereign of my joy, Fair triumpher of annoy, Stella star of heavn'ly fire, Stella lodestone of desire; "Stella, whose voice when it speaks, Senses all asunder breaks; Stella, whose voice when it singeth, Angels to acquaintance bringeth; "Stella, in whose body is Writ each character of bliss, Whose face all, all beauty pa**eth, Save thy mind, which yet surpa**eth: "Grant, oh grant--but speech alas Fails me, fearing on to pa**-- Grant, oh me, what am I saying? But no fault there is in praying. "Grant, oh dear, on knees I pray," (Knees on ground he then did stay) "That not I, but since I love you, Time and place for me may move you. "Never season was more fit, Never room more apt for it; Smiling air allows my reason, These birds sing, 'Now use the season.' "This small wind which so sweet is, See how it the leaves doth kiss; Each tree in his best attiring, Sense of love to love inspiring. "Love makes earth the water drink, Love to earth makes water sink; And if dumb things be so witty, Shall a heav'nly grace want pity?" There his hands in their speech, fain Would have made tongue's language plain; But her hands his hands repelling, Gave repulse all grace excelling. Then she spake; her speech was such As not ear but heart did touch: While such wise she love denied, As yet love she signified. "Astrophil," said she, "my love, Cease in these effects to prove: Now be still, yet still believe me, Thy grief more than d**h would grieve me. "If that any thought in me Can taste comfort but of thee, Let me, fed with hellish anguish, Joyless, hopeless, endless languish. "If those eyes you praised, be Halft so dear as you to me, Let me home return, stark blinded Of those eyes, and blinder minded. "If to secret of my heart I do any wish impart Where thou art not foremost plac'd, Be both wish and I defac'd. "If more may be said, I say, All my bliss in thee I lay; If thou love, my love content thee, For all love, all faith is meant thee. "Trust me, while I thee deny, In myself the smart I try; Tyrant Honor doth thus use thee Stella's self might not refuse thee. "Therefore, dear, this no more move, Lest, though I leave not thy love, Which too deep in me is fram'd, I should blush when thou art nam'd." Therewithal away she went, Leaving him so pa**ion-rent With what she had done and spoken, That therewith my song is broken.