Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.
Astrophel and StellaLXXXIX. Now that of absence the most irksome night
Sir Philip Sidney (15541586)N
With darkest shade, doth overcome my day:
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Leaving my hemisphere, leave me in night.
Each day seems long, and longs for long-stayed night;
The night as tedious, woos th’approach of day.
Tired with the dusty toils of busy day;
Languisht 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 mixture of my night and day;
That living thus in blackest winter night,
I feel the flames of hottest summer’s day.