Sweet, silent rhetoric of persuading eyes, Dumb eloquence, whose power doth move the blood More than the words or wisdom of the wise.
But her will must be obeyed,
Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night, Brother to Death, in silent darkness born.
Care-Charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night, Brother to Death, in silent darkness born, Relieve my languish, and restore the light; With dark forgetting of my care return. And let the day be time enough to mourn The shipwreck of my ill adventured youth
And sport, sweet maid, in season of these years, And learn to gather flowers before they wither
For women grieve to think they must be old.
Thou may’st repent that thou hast scorn’d my tears, When Winter snows upon thy sable hairs.
I that have loved thee thus before thou fadest, My faith shall wax, when thou art in thy waning. The world shall find this miracle in me, That fire can burn when all the matter's spent.
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