Classic Poem

Lo oke how the body of heaven's greater light
Inriches each beholder with his bright
And glorious rayes, until the envious West
Too greedy to enjoy so faire a guest
Cals him to bed, where ravisht from our sight,
He leaves us to the solemne frownes of night:
Even so our Sunne in his harmonious spheare
Enlightned every eye, rapt every eare
Till in the early sunset of his yeares
He dy'd, and left us that survive, in teares;
And (like the Sunno) in spight of death and fate
He seemed greatest in his lowest state.