To a Lady, LIX

Oh where was my poor soul to run! I came to light once more, And knew it was the blessed sun That such a flood did pour! Oh yes, it was that gorgeous one, As glorious as before! And I was league on league from here, Away the stars among: I could not see our little sphere, Or know how sweet she sung; But I had been so far to roam, I called the Solar System—home.