Astrophil
and Stella, Sonnet
76
She comes, and
straight therewith her
shining twins do move
Their
rays to me, who in her
tedious absence lay
Benighted
in cold woe; but now
appears my day,
The only light of joy, the only warmth of love.
She comes, with light and warmth, which
like Aurora prove
Of
gentle force, so that mine eyes
dare gladly play
With
such a rosy morn, whose beams
most freshly gay
Scorch not, but only do dark chilling sprites remove.
But
lo, while I do speak,
it groweth noon with me;
Her flamy glistering lights increase with time
and place;
My heart cries, ‘Ah, it burns’; mine eyes
now dazzled be;
No wind, no shade can cool; what help then in my case,
But
with short breath,
long looks, staid feet and walking head,
Pray
that my sun go down with
meeker beams to bed.