Sir Philip Sidney - Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet CV (Unhappy sight, and hath she vanish'd by) lyrics

Unhappy sight, and hath she vanish'd by So near, in so good time, so free a place? Dead gla**, dost thou thy object so embrace, As what my heart still sees thou canst not spy? I swear by her I love and lack, that I Was not in fault, who bend thy dazzling race Only unto the heav'n of Stella's face, Counting but dust what in the way did lie. But cease, mine eyes; your tears do witness well That you, guiltless thereof, your nectar miss'd: Curs'd be the page from whom the bad torch fell. Curs'd be the night which did your strife resist, Curs'd be the coachman which did drive so fast, With no worse curse than absence makes me taste