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Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.

Parthenophil and Parthenophe

Sonnet XXIII. When, with the Dawning of my first delight

Barnabe Barnes (1569?–1609)

WHEN, with the Dawning of my first delight,

The Daylight of love’s Delicacy moved me;

Then from heaven’s disdainful starry light,

The Moonlight of her Chastity reproved me.

Her forehead’s threatful clouds from hope removed me,

Till Midnight reared on the mid-noctial line;

Her heart whiles Pity’s slight had undershoved me,

Then did I force her downward to decline

Till Dawning daylight cheerfully did shine;

And by such happy revolution drew

Her Morning’s blush to joyful smiles incline.

And now Meridian heat dries up my dew;

There rest, fair Planets! Stay, bright orbs of day!

Still smiling at my dial, next eleven!