Sonnet Xxxiii: I Might

I might!--unhappy word--O me, I might,
And then would not, or could not, see my bliss;
Till now wrapt in a most infernal night,
I find how heav'nly day, wretch! I did miss.
Heart, rend thyself, thou dost thyself but right;
No lovely Paris made thy Helen his,
No force, no fraud robb'd thee of thy delight,
Nor Fortune of thy fortune author is;
But to myself myself did give the blow,
While too much wit, forsooth, so troubled me
That I respects for both our sakes must show:
And yet could not by rising morn foresee
How fair a day was near: O punish'd eyes,
That I had been more foolish,--or more wise!

by Sir Philip Sidney

Comments (4)

I just found out that this sonnet is just a small part of a sonnet-told story about Astrophil and Stella. It's a fascinating tale about Astrophil's failure to recognize that Stella is his true love- he's too wrapped up in his wit and popularity to spare a courtship on her... until she marries... whereupon he realizes that she means the stars, moon, sun, etc to him. He dithered and he dathered until she belonged to another and now he can drown his sorrow in poetry- I know, I know, but don't we all do that a little- only value something when it is no longer in our reach? I quite enjoyed this sonnet and now I want to read the whole thing
A beautifully penned meaningful and thought provoking poem by a great poet. Thanks for sharing it here.
Of thy delight! Thanks for sharing.
Even Paris had his Helen, but poet could not have his lady because he had relied too much on his wit and wisdom lacking taste of practical life! A very sonnet by the able poet!