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Philip Sidney - Sonnet 91: Stella While Now
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Stella, while now by honor`s cruel might, 
I am from you, light of my life, mis-led, 
And that fair you, my Sun, thus overspread 
With absence` veil, I live in sorrow`s night; 

If this dark place yet show like candle light 
Some beauty`s piece, as amber-color`d head, 
Milk hands, rose cheeks, or lips more sweet, more red, 
Or seeing jet`s black but in blackness bright. 

They please, I do confess; they please mine eyes, 
But why? Because of you they models be, 
Models such be wood globes of glist`ring skies. 

Dear, therefore be not jealous over me, 
If you hear that they seem my heart to move. 
Not them, oh no, but you in them I love.
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