Now that of absence the most irksome night, <br />With darkest shade doth overcome my day; <br />Since Stella's eyes, wont to give me my day, <br />Leaving my hemisphere, leave me in night, <br /> <br />Each day seems long, and longs for long-stay'd night; <br />The night as tedious, woos th'approach of day; <br />Tir'd with the dusty toils of busy day, <br />Languish'd with horrors of the silent night; <br /> <br />Suffering the evils both of the day and night, <br />While no night is more dark than is my day, <br />Nor no day hath less quiet than my night: <br /> <br />With such bad misture of my night and day, <br />That living thus in blackest winter night, <br />I feel the flames of hottest summer day.<br /><br />Sir Philip Sidney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-89-now-that-of-absence/
