When, dearest I but think of thee, br Methinks all things that lovely be br Are present, and my soul delighted: br For beauties that from worth arise br Are like the grace of deities, br Still present with us, tho’ unsighted. br br Thus while I sit and sigh the day br With all his borrow’d lights away, br Till night’s black wings do overtake me, br Thinking on thee, thy beauties then, br As sudden lights do sleepy men, br So they by their bright rays awake me. br br Thus absence dies, and dying proves br No absence can subsist with loves br That do partake of fair perfection: br Since in the darkest night they may br By love’s quick motion find a way br To see each other by reflection.