Sir Philip Sidney: With How Sad Steps

Peter O’Shaughnessy - Pop
Sir Philip Sidney: With How Sad Steps
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Duration: 3:19
Lyrics
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 heav'nly 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 languish'd grace To me, that feel the like, thy state descries Then, ev'n of fellowship, O Moon, tell me Is constant love deem'd there but want of wit? Are beauties there as proud as here they be? Do they above love to be lov'd, and yet Those lovers scorn whom that love doth possess? Do they call virtue there ungratefulness?
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- Sir Philip Sidney