William Drummond - Poems: The First Part LIII lyrics

I curse the night, yet do from day me hide, The Pandionian birds I tire with moans, The echoes even are wearied with my groans, Since absence did me from my bliss divide. Each dream, each toy my reason doth affright; And when remembrance reads the curious scroll Of pa**'d contentments caused by her sight, Then bitter anguish doth invade my soul. While thus I live eclipsed of her light, O me! what better am I than the mole, Or those whose zenith is the only pole, Whose hemisphere is hid with so long night? Save that in earth he rests, they hope for sun, I pine, and find mine endless night begun.