THE HIGHWAY
by: Sir Philip Sidney (1554-1586)
- IGHWAY, since you my chief Parnassus
be,
- And that my Muse, to some ears not unsweet,
- Tempers her words to trampling horses' feet
- More oft than to a chamber-melody,--
- Now blessèd you bear onward blessèd me
- To her, where I my heart, safe-left, shall meet;
- My Muse and I must you of duty greet
- With thanks and wishes, wishing thankfully;
- Be you still fair, honour'd by public heed;
- By no encroachment wrong'd, nor time forgot;
- Nor blamed for blood, nor shamed for sinful deed;
- And that you know I envy you no lot
- Of highest wish, I wish you so much bliss,
- Hundreds of years you Stella's feet may kiss!
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