Classic Poem

For to behold my Sunne, I from the Sunne
Did seeke my face to shadow with my hand,
To shield me from the heate that gan to come
In place, where gazing on her I did stand:
But I no sooner from that Sunne was free,
But that in that selfe instant and that time,
I of mine owne Sunne found myselfe to bee
Burnt with the heate (a most unluckie signe).
So, whilst a shade from sunne did me defend,
A Sunne more hot did hurt me in the end.