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-stay'd night;

The night as tedious, woos th'approach of day;

Tir'd with the dusty toils of busy day,

Languish'd with horrors of the silent night;

Suffering the evils 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 misture of my night and day,

That living thus in blackest winter night,

I feel the flames of hottest summer day.

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