Was past the noonesteede sixe degrees in sight,
When sparkling stars amid the heauen’s face,
With twinkling light shone on the earth apace,
That, while they brought about the nighte’s chare,[1492]
The darke had dimd the day, ere I was ware.
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And sorrowing I to see the sommer flowers,
The liuely greene, the lusty lease,[1493] forlorne,
The sturdy trees so shattred with the showers,
The fieldes so fade, that florisht so beforne: