Amoretti: Sonnet 87

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.