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Next morning, when the golden sunne was risen, / And new had bid good morrow to the mountaines; / When night her silver light had lockt in prison, / Which gave a glimmering on the christall fountaines: / Then ended sleepe, and then my cares began, / Ev'n with the uprising of the silver swan.
Oh, glorious sunne! quoth I, viewing the sunne, / That lightenst everie thing but me alone: / Why is my summer season almost done, / My spring-time past, and ages autumne gone? / My harvest's come, and yet I reapt no corne: / My love is great, and yet I am forlorne.