Michael Drayton (Майкл Дрейтон)

Sonnet 2. My Heart was Slain

My heart was slain, and none but you and I;
Who should I think the murther should commit,
Since but yourself there was no creature by,
But only I, guiltless of murth'ring it?
It slew itself; the verdict on the view
Doth quit the dead, and me not accessary.
Well, well, I fear it will be prov'd by you,
The evidence so great a proof doth carry.
But O, see, see, we need inquire no further:
Upon your lips the scarlet drops are found,
And in your eye the boy that did the murther;
Your cheeks yet pale, since first he gave the wound.
    By this I see, however things be past, 
    Yet Heaven will still have murther out at last.

1. Sonnet 57. You Best Discern'd of my Mind's Inward Eyes
2. Sonnet 35. Some, Misbelieving and Profane in Love
3. Sonnet 38. Sitting Alone, Love
4. Sonnet 47. In Pride of Wit
5. Sonnet 55. My Fair

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