Sonnet No. Five Louise Labe

Clear Venus, who wanders through the skies Listen to my voice which sings to you its tears As long as your face from Heaven's height appears Its long sad labours of deeply worrying sighs. My eye shall focus better when I rise. There's so much crying when you see here Better that my soft bed would be awash with tears From these troubles you witness with your eyes. So humans rest their weary souls in deep And soft repose and gentle loving sleep I suffer badly in Sun's exposing light And when I am so close to being shattered And when I go to bed completely tired This crying makes me ill throughout the night.