Astrophel and Stella: 88

Out traytour absence, darest thou counsell me,From my deare Captainnesse to run away?Because in braue array heere marcheth she,That to win me, oft shewes a present pay?Is faith so weake? or is such force in thee?When Sun is hid, can starres such beames display?Cannot heau'ns food once felt, keepe stomakes freeFrom base desire on earthly cates to pray.Tush absence while thy mistes eclipse that light,My Orphan sense flies to the inward sight,Where memorie sets foorth the beames of loue.That where before hart loued and eyes did see,In hart both sight and loue now coupled be;Vnited powers make each the stronger proue.