William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Elizabethan Verse. 1907.
Love Hath Eyes by NightAnonymous
O N
O Night so long desired, yet cross to my content!
There’s none but only thou that can perform my pleasures,
Yet none but only thou that hindereth my intent.
Discover all my trains and naked lay my drifts,
That night by night I hope, yet fail my purpose nightly;
Thy envious glaring gleam defeateth so my shifts.
Whose joy’s in lack so long a hell of torment breeds.
Sweet Night, sweet gentle Night, do not prolong my sorrow:
Desire is guide to me, and Love no lodestar needs.
Let them that miss the way be guided by the light;
I know my Lady’s bower, there needs no more divining;
Affection sees in dark, and Love hath eyes by night.
And glad not low’ring Night with thy too glorious rays;
But be she dim and dark, tempestuous and repining,
That in her spite my sport may work thy endless praise.
All other nights and days in honour of that night,
That happy, heavenly night, that night so dark and shady,
Wherein my Love had eyes that lighted my delight!