“Song From Arcadia”

Sir Philip Sidney

My true-love hath my heart and I have his,
By just exchange one for the other given.
I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss;
There never was a bargain better driven.
His heart in me keeps me and him in one;
My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides.
He loves my heart, for once it was his own;
I cherish his because in me it bides.
His heart his wound received from my sight,
My heart was wounded with his wounded heart;
For as from me on him his hurt did light,
So still, methought, in me his hurt did smart.
Both equal hurt, in this change sought our bliss,
My true love hath my heart and I have his.

Credits and Copyright

Together with the editors, the Department of English (University of Toronto), and the University of Toronto Press, the following individuals share copyright for the work that went into this edition:
Screen Design (Electronic Edition): Sian Meilde (University of Toronto Library)
Scanning: Sharine Leung (Centre for Computing in the Humanities)