Astrophil and
Stella, Sonnet
89
Now that of absence the most irksome night,
With
darkest shade doth overcome my
day;
Since
Stella’s eyes, wont to give me
my day,
Leaving my hemisphere, leave me in night;
Each day seems long, and longs for long-stayed night;
The
night as tedious, woos the approach of
day;
Tired with
the dusty toils of
busy day,
Languished with horrors of the silent night,
Suffering the ills both of the day and night,
While no
night is more dark than is
my day,
Nor no day hath less quiet than my night;
With
such bad mixture of my night
and day,
That living thus in blackest winter night,
I feel
the flames of hottest summer
day.