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Song from Arcadia by Sir Philip Sidney

By Sir Philip Sidney

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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 better bargain 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.

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"My true love hath my heart, and I have his,..."

"Song from Arcadia" by Sir Philip Sidney is a love and deep english poem consisting of 14 lines. This English poem by Sir Philip Sidney demonstrates the timeless power of verse to capture complex human emotions. Beginning with "My true love hath my heart, and I have his, By Just Exchange, one for the other given....", this piece explores themes of love and deep through vivid imagery and emotional resonance. The work invites contemplation on the deeper currents of life, love, and the human condition. Sir Philip Sidney's celebrated body of poetry continues to inspire readers across generations and cultures, and this particular work stands as a powerful example of their artistic vision.

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About Sir Philip Sidney

Sir Philip Sidney (1554–1586) was an English poet, soldier, and courtier whose sonnet sequence "Astrophel and Stella" (1591) launched the English sonnet craze. His prose work "The Defence of Poesy" is a foundational text of literary criticism.

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