Edward, Lord Herbert of Cherbury - Another Sonnet to Black Itself lyrics

Thou Black, wherein all colours are compos'd, And unto which they all at last return, Thou colour of the Sun where it doth burn, And shadow, where it cools, in thee is clos'd Whatever nature can, or hath dispos'd In any other Hue: from thee do rise Those tempers and complexions, which disclos'd, As parts of thee, do work as mysteries, Of that thy hidden power; when thou dost reign The characters of fate shine in the Skies, And tell us what the Heavens do ordain, But when Earth's common light shines to our eyes, Thou so retir'st thyself, that thy disdain All revelation unto Man denies.