Sonnet Iii: With How Sad Steps
Sir Philip Sidney
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, Is constant love deemed there but want of wit? Are beauties there as proud as here they be? Do they above love to be loved, and yet Those lovers scorn whoom that love doth possess? Do they call 'virtue' there - ungratefulness?
Next 10 Poems
- Sir Philip Sidney : Sonnet Iv: Virtue, Alas
- Sir Philip Sidney : Sonnet Ix: Queen Virtue's Court
- Sir Philip Sidney : Sonnet Lxiv: No More, My Dear
- Sir Philip Sidney : Sonnet Lxxi: Who Will In Fairest Book
- Sir Philip Sidney : Sonnet Lxxxiv: Highway
- Sir Philip Sidney : Sonnet V: It Is Most True
- Sir Philip Sidney : Sonnet Vi: Some Lovers Speak
- Sir Philip Sidney : Sonnet Vii: When Nature
- Sir Philip Sidney : Sonnet Viii: Love, Born In Greece
- Sir Philip Sidney : Sonnet X: Reason
Previous 10 Poems
- Sir Philip Sidney : Sonnet Ii: Not At First Sight
- Sir Philip Sidney : Sonnet I: Loving In Truth
- Sir Philip Sidney : Song To The Tune Of 'non Credo Gia Che Piu Infelice Amante.'
- Sir Philip Sidney : Song To The Tune Of 'basciami Vita Mia.'
- Sir Philip Sidney : Song From Arcadia
- Sir Philip Sidney : Song
- Sir Philip Sidney : Sleep
- Sir Philip Sidney : Sir Philip Sidney's Sonnet In Reply To A Sonnet By Sir Edward Dyer
- Sir Philip Sidney : Since Shunning Pain, I Ease Can Never Find
- Sir Philip Sidney : Ring Out Your Bells
