Classic Poem

That which to some their wishes ends present,
Is counted day, which former crosses mend,
Yet night-like day my blessings do prevent,
And brings that losse, whereto my mischeifs tend.

By dayes approach, alasse, that light doth end,
Which is the only light of my content,
And more I see, day strive her light to lend
The darker am I, by sad parting rent.

Like one long kept in prison, brought to light;
But for his end, condemned nere to bee
Freed from his Dungeon, till that wretched hee,
Conclude his living with his latest sight.

So now with griefe, doth day appeare to mee,
And Oh! too early since we parting see.