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Poem by Philip Sidney


Sonnet 89. Now, That Of Absence


Now that of absence the most irksome night,
With darkest shade doth overcome my day;
Since Stella's eyes, wont to give me my day,
Leaving my hemisphere, leave me in night,

Each day seems long, and longs for long-stay'd night;
The night as tedious, woos th'approach of day;
Tir'd with the dusty toils of busy day,
Languish'd with horrors of the silent night;

Suffering the evils both of the day and night,
While no night is more dark than is my day,
Nor no day hath less quiet than my night:

With such bad misture of my night and day,
That living thus in blackest winter night,
I feel the flames of hottest summer day. 



Philip Sidney


Philip Sidney's other poems:
  1. The Bargain
  2. Psalm 23
  3. Voices at the Window
  4. Ring Out Your Bells
  5. Philomela


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