[1] Lo! in the orient when the gracious light
[2] Lifts up his burning head, each under eye
[3] Doth homage to his new-appearing sight,
[4] Serving with looks his sacred majesty;
[5] And having climb'd the steep-up heavenly hill,
[6] Resembling strong youth in his middle age,
[7] yet mortal looks adore his beauty still,
[8] Attending on his golden pilgrimage;
[9] But when from highmost pitch, with weary car,
[10] Like feeble age, he reeleth from the day,
[11] The eyes, 'fore duteous, now converted are
[12] From his low tract and look another way:
[13] So thou, thyself out-going in thy noon,
[14] Unlook'd on diest, unless thou get a son.
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