My Mistress Eyes are Something Like the Sun
This world of mine lies orbiting two lights,
Just passing by through systems fair and grand;
Perhaps they'll linger yet? but oh, these nights:
Such darkness grows when she is not on hand.
The snow (if white) comes sweeping in her wake,
To chill the evenings, shorten all my days;
The warmth her eyes contain, she south did take
And leaves us seasons frosted without her rays.
But even if it soon may strike me blind
To witness uneclipsed her in the skies;
I stare, though fast I myself jealous find
That others sooner see aglow those eyes.
For true are hers a presence always felt
I, Icarus, lift mine to hers and melt.
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