Astrophel and Stella: 66

And do I see some cause a hope to feed.Or doth the tedious burd'n of long woIn weakened minds, quick apprehending breed,Of euerie image, which may comfort show?I cannot brag of word, much lesse of deed,Fortunes wheeles still with me in one sort slow,My wealth no more, and no whit lesse my need,Desire still on the stilts of feare doth go.And yet amid all feares a hope there is,Stolne to my heart since last faire night, nay day,Stellas eyes sent to me the beames of blisse,Looking on me, while I lookt other way:But when mine eies back to their heau'n did moue,They fled with blush, which guiltie seem'd of loue.