Sonnet 75

SHee comes, and straight therewith her shining twins do moue
Their raies to me: who in her tedious absence lay
Bath'de in cold woe; but now appeares my shining day,
The onely light of ioy, the onely warmth of Loue.
Shee comes with light and warmth, which like Aurora proue;
Of gentle face, so that my eyes dare gladly play
With such a rosy Morne: whose beames both fresh and gay
Scorch not; but onely doe darke chillinge spirits remoue.
But loe, while I doe speake it groweth noone with me,
Her flamy glittering lights increase with time and place:
My heart cryes oh it burnes, mine eyes now dazled be:
No winde, no shade, no coole: what helpe then in my case?
But with short breath, long lookes, staide feete, and waking hed,
Pray that my Sunne goe downe with meeker beames to bed.