Classic Poem

Why dost thou haste away,
O Titan faire, the giuer of the day?
Is it to carry newes
To westerne wights what starres in east appeare?
Or doest thou thinke that here
Is left a sunne, whose beames thy place may vse?
Yet stay, and well peruse
What be her gifts, that make her equall thee;
Bend all thy light to see
In earthly clothes enclos'de a heauenly sparke.
" Thy running course cannot such beauties marke"
No, no; thy motions be
Hastened from vs, with barre of shadow darke,
Because that thou, the author of our sight,
Disdain'st we see thee staind with other's light.