Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.
Parthenophil and ParthenopheSonnet XXIII. When, with the Dawning of my first delight
Barnabe Barnes (1569?1609)W
The Daylight of love’s Delicacy moved me;
Then from heaven’s disdainful starry light,
The Moonlight of her Chastity reproved me.
Her forehead’s threatful clouds from hope removed me,
Till Midnight reared on the mid-noctial line;
Her heart whiles Pity’s slight had undershoved me,
Then did I force her downward to decline
Till Dawning daylight cheerfully did shine;
And by such happy revolution drew
Her Morning’s blush to joyful smiles incline.
And now Meridian heat dries up my dew;
There rest, fair Planets! Stay, bright orbs of day!
Still smiling at my dial, next eleven!