Friday, September 30, 2005

My True-Love Hath My Heart

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.
––Sir Philip Sydney (1554-1586)


JiminyCricket81 said...


Any special occasion?

Love you!

Jericho said...

Hey, darling Jiminy! How're the Hungarians hangin'?

I'm actually singing a gorgeous setting of this poem by composer Jake Heggie at a wedding this weekend. It was our dear friend Kurt who first introduced me to Jake's music, and this piece in particular.