Astrophel and Stella - Sonnet XCIX
When far-spent Night perswades each mortall eye, To whome nor Art nor Nature graunteth light, To lay his then marke-wanting shafts of sight, Clos'd with their quiuers, in Sleeps armory; With windowes ope, then most my mind doth lie, Viewing the shape of darknesse, and delight Takes in that sad hue, which, with th' inward night Of his mazde powers, keepes perfet harmony: But when birds charme, and that sweete aire which is Mornes messenger, with rose-enameld skies Cals each wight to salute the floure of blisse; In tombe of lids then buried are mine eyes, Forst by their Lord, who is asham'd to find Such light in sense, with such a darkned mind.
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