Laura. The Toyes of a Traveller. Or. The Feast of Fancie - Part 2, 15

The duskie clowde in skie (with shadow darke)
Doth cover oft the Sunnes most cleerest light,
So as his beames we cannot see nor marke,
And he himselfe doth play at least in sight:
Ah were I such a clowd on earth to cover
My sweetest Sunne, as doth that clowd the other
But if that clowd doo vanish soone away,
And dooth as momentarie passe and vade;
Eternall would I bee, to hide her ay,
And of a harder mixture would be made
Oh happie I, oh fortunate Eclips,
With kissing so to darken those faire lips.
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