Classic Poem

Now while the night her sable vaile hath spred,
And silently her restie coach doth rolle,
Rowsing with her from Tethys' azure bed
Those starrie nymphes which dance about the pole;
While Cynthia, in purest cipres cled,
The Latmian shepheard in a trance descries,
And whiles lookes pale from hight of all the skies,
Whiles dyes her beauties in a bashfull red;
While sleepe, in triumph, closed hath all eyes,
And birds and beastes a silence sweet doe keepe,
And Protevs' monstrous people in the deepe,
The winds and waues, husht vp, to rest entise;
I wake, muse, weepe, and who my heart hath slaine
See still before me to augment my paine.