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It turns out that the spiritual beauty of the beloved, though supreme and essential to the whole picture of the Amoretti, does not undermine the importance of her physical presence. Love can only be spiritualized to a degree in this life.
Since I did leave the presence of my love,
Many long weary dayes I have outworne:
and many nights, that slowly seemd to move
theyr sad protract from evening untill morne.
For when as day the heaven doth adorne,
I wish that night the noyous day would end:
and when as night hath us of light forlorne,
I wish that day would shortly reascend.
Thus I the time with expectation spend,
and faine my griefe with chaunges to beguile,
that further seemes his terme still to extend,
and maketh every minute seeme a myle.
So sorrow still doth seeme too long to last,
but joyous houres doo fly away too fast.