Stand still, and I will read to thee
A lecture , love, in love 's philosophy
These three hours that we have spent
Walking here, two shadows went
Along with us, which we ourselves produced
But , not the sun is just above our head
We do those shadows tread
And to brave clearness all things are reduced
So whilst out infant loves did grow
Disguises did,and shadows, flow
From us and our caves; but not tis not so
That love hath not attain 'd the highest degree
Which is still diligent lest other see
Expect our loves at this noon stay
We shall new shadows make the others way
As the first were made to blind
Other, these which come behind
Will work upon ourselves, and blind our eyes
If our loves faint, and westerwardly decline
To me thou, falsely, thine
And I to thee mine actions shall disguise
The morning shadows wear away
But these grow longer all the day
But O! love 's day is short, if love decay
Love is a growing, or full constant light
And his short minute, after noon, is night
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