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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