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Mary Wroth's Poetry: An Electronic Edition

Wroth Poem - F107 - O! that noe day would euer more appeere

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O! that noe day would euer more appeere,
    butt clowdy night to gouerne this ſad place,
    nor light from heau'n thes haples rooms to grace
    ſince that light's shadow'd wch my loue holds deere;

Lett thickest mists in enuy master heere,
    and ſunn=borne day for malice showe noe face,
    diſdaining light wher Cupid, and the race
    of Louers are dispiſde, and shame shines cleere,

Lett mee bee darke, ſince bard of my chiefe light;
    and wounding iealouſie commands by might;
    butt stage play like diſguiſed pleaſures giue;

To mee itt ſeems as ancient fictions make
    the starrs all fashions, and all shapes partake
    while in my thoughts true forme of loue shall liue,

Crown sonnet 2.6 ('O that no day')

O! that no day would ever more appear,
    But cloudy night to govern this sad place,
    Nor light from Heaven these hapless rooms to grace
    Since that light's shadowed which my love holds dear.

Let thickest mists in envy master here,
    And sun-born day for malice show no face,
    Disdaining light where Cupid, and the race
    Of lovers, are despised, and shame shines clear.

Let me be dark, since barred of my chief light,
    And wounding jealousy commands by might;
    But stage-play-like* disguised pleasures give;

To me it seems as ancient fictions make
    The stars all fashions and all shapes partake,
    While in my thoughts true form of love shall live.


stage-play-like: Wroth uses images of plays and acting on a number of occasions, perhaps in part deriving from her own experience of performing in court masques.
6.

O that no day would euer more appeare,
    But clowdy night to gouerne this ſad place,
    Nor light from Heauen theſe haples roomes to grace
    Since that light's ſhadow'd which my Loue holds deare.

Let thickeſt miſts in enuy maſter here,
    And Sunne-borne day for malice ſhow no face,
    Diſdaining light, where Cupid, and the race
    Of Louers are deſpiſd, and ſhame ſhines cleere.

Let me be darke, ſince barr'd of my chiefe light,
    And wounding Iealouſie commands by might,
    But ſtage-play-like diſguiſed pleaſures giue:

To me it ſeemes, as ancient fictions make
    The Starrs, all faſhious, and all ſhapes partake,
    While in my thoughts true forme of Loue ſhall liue.
Crown sonnet 2.6 ('O that no day')

O! that no day would ever more appear,
    But cloudy night to govern this sad place,
    Nor light from Heaven these hapless rooms to grace
    Since that light's shadowed which my love holds dear.

Let thickest mists in envy master here,
    And sun-born day for malice show no face,
    Disdaining light where Cupid and the race
    Of lovers are despised, and shame shines clear.

Let me be dark, since barred of my chief light,
    And wounding jealousy commands by might,
    But stage-play-like disguised pleasures give;

To me it seems as ancient fictions make
    The stars all fashions and all shapes partake,
    While in my thoughts true form of love shall live.



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