From Urania
By Lady Mary Wroth
Adieu sweet
Sun
Thy night is
neare
Which must appeare
Like
mine, whose light but new begun
Weares as if spun
By chance not
right,
Led by a light
False, and pleasing, ever wun.
Come once in
view
Sweet
heat, and
light
My heavy s'prit
Dull'd in thy
setting, made anew
If you
renew,
Daysies doe
grow,
And
spring below
Blest with thy
warm'th, so once I grew.
Wilt thou returne,
Deare blesse
mine eyes
Where loves
zeale lyes
Let thy deere
object mildly burne
Nor flie, but turne
'Tis season now
Each
happy bow
Both buds and
blooms, why should I
mourne?