The Countesse of Mountgomeries Urania Written by the right honorable the Lady Mary Wroath |
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[Gone is my ioy, while here I mourne] |
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[Gone is my ioy, while here I mourne]
Gone
is my ioy, while here I mourne
In paines of absence, and of care:
The heauens for my sad griefes doe turne
Their face to stormes, and shew despaire.
In paines of absence, and of care:
The heauens for my sad griefes doe turne
Their face to stormes, and shew despaire.
The dayes are darke, the nights oprest
With cloud'ly weeping for my paine,
Which in shew acting seeme distrest,
Sighing like griefe for absent gaine.
With cloud'ly weeping for my paine,
Which in shew acting seeme distrest,
Sighing like griefe for absent gaine.
The Sunne giues place, and hides his face,
That day can now be hardly knowne;
Nor will the starres in night yeeld grace
To Sun-robd heauen by woe o'rethrowne.
That day can now be hardly knowne;
Nor will the starres in night yeeld grace
To Sun-robd heauen by woe o'rethrowne.
Our light is fire in fearefull flames,
The ayre tempestious blasts of wind:
For warmth, we haue forgot the name,
Such blasts and stormes are vs assind.
The ayre tempestious blasts of wind:
For warmth, we haue forgot the name,
Such blasts and stormes are vs assind.
And still you blessed heauens remaine
Distemperd, while this cursed power
Of absence rules, which brings my paine,
Lest your care be more still to lower.
Distemperd, while this cursed power
Of absence rules, which brings my paine,
Lest your care be more still to lower.
But when my Sunne doth back returne,
Call yours againe to lend his light,
That they in flames of ioy may burne,
Both equall shining in our sight.
Call yours againe to lend his light,
That they in flames of ioy may burne,
Both equall shining in our sight.
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