Lady Mary Wroth - "Forbear dark night, my joys now bud again" lyrics

Forbear dark night, my joys now bud againe, Lately grown dead, while cold aspects did chill The root at heart, and my chief hope quite k**, And thunders struck me in my pleasures' waine Then I alas with bitter sobs, and pain, Privately groan'd, my Fortunes present ill; All light of comfort dimm'd, woes in prides fill, With strange increase of grief, I griev'd in vain. And most, when as a memory too good Molested me, which still as witness stood, Of those best days, in former time I knew: Late gone as wonders past, like the great Snow, Melted and wasted, with what, change must know: Now back the life comes where as once it grew.