Sonnet XLV. There shone a Comet, and it was full West

Giles Fletcher (1586?–1623)

THERE shone a Comet, and it was full West.

My thought presagèd what it did portend:

I found it threatened, to my heart unrest;

And might, in time, my joys and comfort end.

I further sought, and found it was a Sun;

Which day, nor night, did never use to set.

It constant stood, when heavens did restless run;

And did their virtues and their forces let.

The World did muse, and wonder what it meant:

A Sun to shine, and in the West to rise.

To search the truth, I strength and spirits spent.

At length I found it was my LICIA’s eyes.

Now, never after, soul shall live in dark,

That hath the hap, this western Sun to mark.