Oh my sun to the otherside of earthes? So Shall visit my brothers in Americas What if more us give of light, warmth If tomorrow late shall I come yes then Late thoust never comest , why my Sun Son, Americas wouldest more me to stay Night pass so slow, you to see so patienless Hought thou me need while lamp turned Sleep deep hence brains shall peace feelest Bones small werest on bed laying grewest Moon through my light yours well brightens Son for thou now I leave…..