Classic Poem

Vnhappie light,
Doe not approach to bring the wofull day,
When I must bid for ay
Farewell to her, and liue in endlesse plight.
Faire moone, with gentle beames
The sight who neuer marres,
Long cleare heauen's sable vault; and you, bright starres,
Your golden lockes long glasse in earth's pure streames,
Let Phaebus neuer rise
To dimme your watchfull eyes:
Prolong, alas! prolong my short delight,
And, if ye can, make an eternall night.