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Translations Seccombe and Arber, comps.  Elizabethan
Sonnets.  1904. Sonnets and Poetical Translations XXIV. The
Seven Wonders of England Sir Philip Sidney (1554–1586) NEAR
Wilton sweet, huge heaps of stones are found, But so confused,
that neither any eye Can count them just; nor reason, reason
try, What force brought them to so unlikely ground? To stranger
weights, my mind’s waste soil is bound.        5 Of Passion,
hills; reaching to reason’s sky; From Fancy’s earth, passing all
numbers bound. Passing all guess, whence into me should fly
    So mazed a mass? or if in me it grows?     A simple soul
should breed so mixèd woes.        10 The Bruertons have a lake,
which when the sun Approaching, warms—not else; dead logs up
sends From hideous depth: which tribute, when its ends; Sore
sign it is, the lord’s last thread is spun. My lake is Sense,
whose still streams never run,        15 But when my sun her
shining twins there bends; Then from his