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Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.

Parthenophil and Parthenophe

Sonnet LXXXV. From East’s bed rosy, whence Aurora riseth

Barnabe Barnes (1569?–1609)

FROM East’s bed rosy, whence AURORA riseth;

Be thy cheeks figured, which their beams display

In smiles! whose sight mine heart with joy surpriseth;

And which my Fancy’s flowers do fair array,

Cleared with the gracious dews of her regard.

The West, whence evening comes; her frowning brow,

Where Discontentment ploughs his furrows hard!

(There doth She bury her affections now!)

The North, whence storms with mists and frosts proceed;

My black Despair! long Sorrows! and cold Fear!

The South, whence showers, in great abundance breed,

And where hot sun doth to meridian rear;

My Eyes, whose object nought but tears require!

And my soft Heart, consumed with rage of fire!