Classic Poem

Whenas the sun eclipsed is, some say,
It thunder, lightning, rain, and wind portendeth:
And not unlike but such things happen may,
Sith like effects my Sun eclipsed sendeth.
Witness my throat, made hoarse with thundering cries,
And heart, with love's hot flashing lightnings fired:
Witness the showers, which still fall from mine eyes,
And breast, with sighs like stormy winds near rived.
Oh shine then once again, sweet Sun, on me,
And with thy beams dissolve clouds of despair,
Whereof these raging meteors framed be
In my poor heart, by absence of my fair:
So shalt thou prove thy beams, thy heat, thy light,
To match the Sun in glory, grace, and might.