IF when the sun at noon displays <br /> His brighter rays, <br /> Thou but appear, <br />He then, all pale with shame and fear, <br /> Quencheth his light, <br />Hides his dark brow, flies from thy sight, <br /> And grows more dim, <br /> Compared to thee, than stars to him. <br />If thou but show thy face again, <br />When darkness doth at midnight reign, <br />The darkness flies, and light is hurl'd <br />Round about the silent world : <br />So as alike thou driv'st away <br />Both light and darkness, night and day.<br /><br />Thomas Carew<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-a-beautiful-mistress/
