Classic Poem

The glorious sunne went blushing to his bed,
When my soules sunne from her fayre Cabynet,
Her golden beames had now discovered,
Lightning the world, eclipsed by his set.

Some muz'd to see the earth envy the ayre,
Which from her lyps exhald refined sweet,
A world to see, yet how he joyd to heare
The dainty grasse make musicke with her feete.

But my most mervaile was when from the skyes,
So Comet-like each starre advaunc'd her lyght,
As though the heaven had now awak'd her eyes,
And summond Angels to thys blessed sight.
No clowde was seene, but christaline the ayre,
Laughing for joy upon my lovely fayre.