Why didst thou leave me in the light of morn
And censure mine being without just cause
So that fear o’ertake that were love once born
Making brave note, fair one, of all mine flaws?
As the star-filled sky through cloud thou shine,
To open thy firmament’s gold array,
Sent from the heavens thine image refine
That souls storming within ne’r cures the day
Can ev’ry soul from soul distinction make;
Though thou depart, hence I remain thy Muse;
I, the offender, in blue sorrow’s wake
Bid thee adieu, thy bearer’s cross abuse
Ah! that thine wounds do heal for thy heart’s sake,
And bear thee up and all my love do take.