Now that of absence the most irksome night, br With darkest shade doth overcome my day; br Since Stella's eyes, wont to give me my day, br Leaving my hemisphere, leave me in night, br br Each day seems long, and longs for long-stay'd night; br The night as tedious, woos th'approach of day; br Tir'd with the dusty toils of busy day, br Languish'd with horrors of the silent night; br br Suffering the evils both of the day and night, br While no night is more dark than is my day, br Nor no day hath less quiet than my night: br br With such bad misture of my night and day, br That living thus in blackest winter night, br I feel the flames of hottest summer day.