Sonnet, How Strange's This Feeling (From, The Lost Sonnets)

How strange's this feeling so full of a fright: When hours are deeper and darker more still, When there is no room for the heavenly light And nothing of love shall prosper at will; I woke up so early but then dimmed the sky And onto my shoulders the darkness was shown, I thought I'd fall down and last breath out fly And into hollow dim fall like a stone. The words are like leaves that are wased away When after summer autumn comes with rain, Before the frost lays the lake with a freeze; Sun I had one summer and then for a day: All beauty be measured simple and plain, Though some have its clothings in fine cointise.