Edmund Spenser - Amoretti: Sonnet 87 lyrics

Since I did leave the presence of my love, Many long weary dayes I have outworne: and many nights, that slowly seemd to move theyr sad protract from evening untill morne. For when as day the heaven doth adorne, I wish that night the noyous day would end: and when as night hath us of light forlorne, I wish that day would shortly reascend. Thus I the time with expectation spend, and faine my griefe with chaunges to beguile, that further seemes his terme still to extend, and maketh every minute seeme a myle. So sorrow still doth seeme too long to last, but joyous houres doo fly away too fast.