The Countesse of Mountgomeries Urania :: :: University of Virginia Library

The Sunne which glads the earth at his bright sight,
When in the morne he showes his golden face,
And takes the place from tedious drowsie Night.
Making the world still happy in his grace.

Shewes happinesse remaines not in one place,
Nor may the Heauens alone to vs giue light,
But hide that cheerefull face, though no long space,
Yet long enough for tryall of their might.

But neuer Sun-set could be so obscure,
No Desart euer had a shade so sad:
Nor could black darknesse euer proue so bad,
As paines which absence makes me now indure.

The missing of the Sunne a while makes Night,
But absence of my ioy sees neuer light.