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Philip Sidney - Sonnet 89: Now, That Of Absence
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Now that of absence the most irksome night, 
With darkest shade doth overcome my day; 
Since Stella`s eyes, wont to give me my day, 
Leaving my hemisphere, leave me in night, 

Each day seems long, and longs for long-stay`d night; 
The night as tedious, woos th`approach of day; 
Tir`d with the dusty toils of busy day, 
Languish`d with horrors of the silent night; 

Suffering the evils both of the day and night, 
While no night is more dark than is my day, 
Nor no day hath less quiet than my night: 

With such bad misture of my night and day, 
That living thus in blackest winter night, 
I feel the flames of hottest summer day.
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