Nor that he made the flower-de-luce so 'fraid, Not this, not that, nor any such small cause; To lose his crown rather than fail his love." (No. 75.) A sonnet on the open road, in a vein of conceits worthy of "High way, since you my chief Parnassus be, To her, where I my heart, safe-left shall meet, By no encroachment wronged, nor time forgot; Of highest wish, I wish you so much bliss- (No. 84.) And now a change comes over the spirit of Sidney's dream. It is introduced, as the episode of the stolen kiss was, by a song. We do not know on what occasion he may have found himself alone with Stella at night, when her husband's jealousy was sleeping, the house closed, and her mother in bed. But the lyric refers, I think, clearly to some real incident-perhaps at Leicester House: "Night hath closed all in her cloak, Take me to thee and thee to me:- "Better place no wit can find "This small light the moon bestows, Serves thy beams but to disclose; So to raise my hap more high, Fear not else; none can us spy: Take me to thee and thee to me:'No, no, no, no, my dear, let be!' "That you heard was but a mouse; Dumb sleep holdeth all the house; Yet asleep, methinks they say, Young fools, take time while you may: Take me to thee and thee to me :'No, no, no, no, my dear, let be!' "Niggard time threats, if we miss Sweet then, while each thing doth frame, Take me to thee and thee to me: 'No, no, no, no, my dear, let be!' "Your fair mother is a-bed, Candles out and curtains spread; Take me to thee and thee to me:- "Sweet, alas! why strive you thus ? Leave to Mars the strife of hands; "Woe to me! and do you swear That brought me so high to fall! It will be noticed that to all his pleadings, passionate or playful, and (it must be admitted) of very questionable morality, she returns a steadfast No! This accounts for the altered tone of the next sonnet. In the 85th he had indulged golden, triumphant visions, and had bade his heart be moderate in the fruition of its bliss. Now he exclaims: "Alas! whence came this change of looks? If I (No. 86.) He has pressed his suit too far, and Stella begins to draw back from their common danger. Five songs follow in quick succession, one of which prepares us for the denouement of the love-drama: "In a grove most rich of shade, Where birds wanton music made, For a time the lovers sat thus in silence, sighing and gazing, until Love himself broke out into a passionate apostrophe from the lips of Astrophel: "Grant, O grant! but speech, alas, Fails me, fearing on to pass: "Grant, O dear, on knees I pray 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, "Love makes earth the water drink, Shall a heavenly grace want pity?" To this and to yet more urgent wooing Stella replies in stanzas which are sweetly dignified, breathing the love she felt, but dutifully repressed. "Astrophel, said she, my love, Now be still, yet still believe me, Thy grief more than death would grieve me. "If that any thought in me Can taste comfort but of thee, "If those eyes you praised be Half so dear as you to me, Let me home return stark blinded "If to secret of my heart I do any wish impart Where thou art not foremost placed, Be both wish and I defaced. "If more may be said, I say All my bliss in thee I lay; If thou love, my love, content thee, "Trust me, while I thee deny, |