| William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Elizabethan Verse. 1907. | | | | Thou Window, Once Which Servèd for a Sphere | | By William Drummond of Hawthornden (1585–1649) |
| | | THOU window, once which servèd for a sphere | |
| To that dear planet of my heart, whose light | |
| Made often blush the glorious queen of night, | |
| While she in thee more beauteous did appear, | |
| What mourning weeds, alas! now dost thou wear? | 5 |
| How loathsome to mine eyes is thy sad sight? | |
| How poorly look’st thou, with what heavy cheer, | |
| Since that sun set, which made thee shine so bright? | |
| Unhappy now thee close, for as of late | |
| To wond’ring eyes thou wast a paradise, | 10 |
| Bereft of her who made thee fortunate, | |
| A gulf thou art, whence clouds of sighs arise; | |
| But unto none so noisome as to me, | |
| Who hourly see my murdered joys in thee. | | | | |
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