May 19th, 2008


Sir Philip Sidney

Maia is now gone for three months of fieldwork. I'll be away for three weeks in June, and maybe two weeks in July, somewhere in there I hope to be able to hie myself to Palo Alto and visit.

Plants; horses, dogs, snakes and mice, perforce need attention, and so someone will have to be persuaded to look in on them.

In the meanwhile:

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.

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