XXIV. For to behold my Sun, I from the sun

Robert Tofte (1561–1620)

FOR to behold my Sun, I from the sun

Did seek my face to shadow with my hand,

To shield me from the heat, that ’gan to come

In place, where gazing on her I did stand.

But I no sooner from that sun was free,

But that, in that self instant and that time,

I, of mine own Sun, found myself to be

Burnt with the heat; a most unlucky sign.

So whilst a shade from sun did me defend,

A Sun more hot did hurt me in the end.