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Random Poem of the Day

1Ah bed, the field where joyes peace some do see,
2The field where all my thoughts to warre be train'd,
3How is thy grace by my strange fortune stain'd!
4How thy lee shores by my sighes stormed be!
5With sweete soft shades thou oft invitest me
6To steale some rest, but wretch I am constrain'd,
9While the black horrors of the silent night,
10Paint woes black face so liuely to my sight,
11That tedious leasure makes each wrinckled line:
13Mine eyes then only winke, for spite perchance,
14That wormes should haue their Sun, and I want mine.

Notes

7] gold: this might be an error for “gald”, as in “galled”
rain’d: reined Back to Line
8] initial “w” capitalized Back to Line
12] Aurora: the Roman goddess of the dawn
Phœbus daunce: the “dance” of the sun across the sky Back to Line