She comes, and straight therewith her shining twins do move <br />Their rays to me, who in her tedious absence lay <br />Benighted in cold woe; but now appears my day, <br />The only light of joy, the only warmth of love. <br /> <br />She comes with light and warmth, which like Aurora prove <br />Of gentle force, so that mine eyes dare gladly play <br />With such a rosy morn, whose beams most freshly gay <br />Scorch not, but only do dark chilling sprites remove. <br /> <br />But lo, while I do speak, it groweth noon with me, <br />Her flamy glist'ring lights increase with time and place; <br />My heart cries, Ah, it burns; mine eyes now dazzl'd be: <br /> <br />No wind, no shade can cool, what help then in my case, <br />But with short breath, long looks, staid feet and walking head, <br />Pray that my sun go down with meeker beams to bed.<br /><br />Sir Philip Sidney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-76-she-comes-and-straight-therewith/
