Sonnet 20 - The Sun which glads the earth

The Sun which glads the earth at his bright sight

When in the morn he shows his golden face,

And takes the place from tedious drowsy night

Making the world still happy by his grace;

Shows happiness remains not in one place,

Nor may the heavens, alone to us give light,

But hide that cheerful face, though no long space,

Yet long enough for trial of their might;

But never sunset could be so obscure

No desert ever have a shade so sad,

Nor could black darkness ever prove se bad

As pains which absence makes me now endure;

The missing of the sun awhile makes night,

But absence of my joy sees never Light.