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14 But in this world it were good reason We did distinguish time and season; Her presence then did make the day, And night shall come when she's away.

Long absence in far-distant placeWinter Creates the winter; and the space She tarried with me, well I might Call it my summer of delight.Summer

Diversity of weather came From what she did, and thence had name; Sometimes sh' would smile—that made it fair; And when she laught, the sun shin'd clear.

Sometimes sh' would frown, and sometimes weep, So clouds and rain their turns do keep; Sometimes again sh' would be all ice, Extremely cold, extremely nice.

But soft, my Muse! the world is wide, And all at once was not descri'd: It may fall out some honest lover The rest hereafter will discover.

see how unregarded now That piece of beauty passes? There was a time when I did vow To that alone; But mark the fate of faces; The red and white works now no more on me Than if it could not charm, or I not see.

And yet the face continues good, And I have still desires, Am still the selfsame flesh and blood, As apt to melt And suffer from those fires; O! some kind power unriddle where it lies, Whether my heart be faulty, or her eyes?