WHEREIN THE SUN, BY HIS SETTING, HIDES THE HOUSE OF LAURA FROM HIS EYES

O nurturing Sun, that leaf of all my love,
First loved by thee, in her sweet earth alone
Blossoms unparalleled since, all unknown,
On Adam burst the splendour men dream of.
O pause to gaze at her! Though I approve
And do entreat thy dalliance, thou art flown —
Or poised for flight: the mountain dusk is down,
The day beneath proud fillets doth remove.
The shadows from those gentle mountains falling,
Where sparkles my sweet fire, where bravely grew
That noble laurel from a shoot or two —
Those shadows grow more dense, as I speak, walling
From sight the lovely landscape, the dear view,
My true Queen's castle where my heart is calling.