The Complete Poems of Richard Barnfield/Cynthia/Sonnet 4
III
Two stars there are in one faire firmament
(Of some intitled Ganymedes sweet face),
Which other stars in brightnes doe disgrace,
As much as Po in clearenes passeth Trent.
Nor are they common natur'd stars; for why,
These stars whē other shine vaile their pure light,
And when all other vanish out of sight,
They adde a glory to the worlds great eie:
By these two stars my life is only led,
In them I place my ioy, in them my pleasure,
Loue's piercing Darts, & Natures precious treasure
With their sweet foode my fainting soule is fed:
Then when my sunne is absent from my sight
How can it chuse (with me) but be darke night?