Sir Philip Sidney - Astrophel and Stella: Sonnet LXVI (And do I see some cause a hope to feed, ) lyrics

And do I see some cause a hope to feed, Or doth the tedious burden of long woe In weaken'd minds, quick apprehension breed, Of every image which may comfort show? I cannot brag of word, much less of deed; Fortune wheels still with me in one sort slow: My wealth no more, and no whit less my need, Desire still on the stilts of Fear doth go. And yet amid all fears a hope there is Stol'n to my heart, since last fair night, nay day, Stella's eyes sent to me the beams of bliss, Looking on me, while I look'd other way: But when mine eyes back to their heav'n did move, They fled with blush, which guilty seem'd of love.