The Poems and Sonnets of Henry Constable | ||
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[The sunne, his journey ending in the West]
The sunne, his journey ending in the West,
Taking his lodging up in Thetis' bed,
Though from our eyes his beames he banished,
Yet with his light th' antipodes be blest.
Taking his lodging up in Thetis' bed,
Though from our eyes his beames he banished,
Yet with his light th' antipodes be blest.
Now when the sun-time brings my sunne to rest,
(Which mee too oft of rest hath hindered)
And whiter skinne with white sheetes covered,
And softer cheeke doth on soft pillow rest;
(Which mee too oft of rest hath hindered)
And whiter skinne with white sheetes covered,
And softer cheeke doth on soft pillow rest;
Then I (oh sunne of sunnes, and light of lights!)
Wish mee with those Antipodes to be,
Which see and feele thy beames and heate by nights,
Well though the night both cold and darksome is;
Yet halfe the day's delight the night graunts mee:
I feele my sunne's heate though his light I misse.
Wish mee with those Antipodes to be,
Which see and feele thy beames and heate by nights,
Well though the night both cold and darksome is;
Yet halfe the day's delight the night graunts mee:
I feele my sunne's heate though his light I misse.
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