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Mary Wroth's Poetry: An Electronic Edition

Wroth Poem - F22 - Come darkest night, beecoming ſorrow best

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Come darkest night, beecoming ſorrow best;
    light; leaue thy light; fitt for a lightſome ſoule;
    darknes doth truly ſute wt mee oprest
    whom abſence power doth from mirthe controle:

The very trees wt hanging heads condole
    ſweet ſommers parting, and of leaues distrest
    in dying coulers make a griefe=full role;
    ſoe much (alas) to ſorrow are they preſt

Thus of dead leaues her farewell carpett's made;
    theyr fall, theyr branches, all theyr mournings proue;
    wth leaules, naked bodies, whoſe hueſe vade
    from hopefull greene, to wither in theyr loue,

If trees, and leaues for abſence, mourners bee
Noe meruaile yt I grieue, who like want ſee
19.

Come darkest night, becoming sorrow best;
    Light, leave thy light; fit for a lightsome soul;
    Darkness doth truly suit with me oppressed,
    Whom absence power doth from mirth control:

The very trees with hanging heads condole
    Sweet summer's parting, and of leaves distressed
    In dying colours make a grief-full role;
    So much (alas) to sorrow are they pressed

Thus of dead leaves her farewell carpet's made;
    Their fall, their branches, all their mournings prove;
    With leafless, naked bodies, whose hues fade*
    From hopeful green, to wither in their love,

If trees, and leaves for absence, mourners be,
    No marvel that I grieve, who like want see.


'fade': Roberts [P22] glosses Wroth's original 'vade' as meaning decay or become weak, but 'fade' does seem the primary meaning here.

The mirroring of Pamphilia's emotions by the seasons is a commonplace, but it is worth noting RS sonnet 31: 'Forsaken woods, trees with sharp storms oppressed,/Whose leaves once hid the sun, now strew the ground'.
19.

Come darkeſt Night, becomming ſorrow beſt,
    Light leaue thy light, fit for a lightſome ſoule:
    Darkneſſe doth truely ſute with me oppreſt,
    Whom abſence power doth from mirth controule.

The very trees with hanging heads condole
    Sweet Summers parting, and of leaues diſtreſt,
    In dying colours make a grief-full role;
    So much (alas) to ſorrow are they preſt.

Thus of dead leaues, her farewell carpets made,
    Their fall, their branches, all their mournings proue,
    With leauleſſe naked bodies, whoſe hues vade
    From hopefull greene to wither in their loue.

If trees, and leaues for abſence mourners be,
No maruell that I grieue, who like want ſee.
19.

Come darkest night, becoming sorrow best;
    Light, leave thy light; fit for a lightsome soul;
    Darkness doth truly suit with me oppressed,
    Whom absence power doth from mirth control:

The very trees with hanging heads condole
    Sweet summer's parting, and of leaves distressed
    In dying colours make a grief-full role;
    So much (alas) to sorrow are they pressed

Thus of dead leaves her farewell carpet's made;
    Their fall, their branches, all their mournings prove;
    With leafless, naked bodies, whose hues fade
    From hopeful green, to wither in their love,

If trees, and leaves for absence, mourners be,
    No marvel that I grieve, who like want see.



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