BALLAD BY FRANCIS PS OF FRANCE

A. D. 4494-1oi7 I by my lattice stood alone And saw one morn at break of day

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Where on my left Aurora shone Showing the sun his upward ray, Whilst on my right I could behold My mistress comb her locks of gold, So sweet her looks, so bright her eyes, That I was forced aloud to say :

« Retreat, immortals, to your skies.

Her beauty must o'er all hold sway, »

As when fair Phœbe on the night Pours out her rich, and smiling ray And darkling dwells each lesser light.

Bright only when she is away ; So did my fair love's look repress The sun, and made his radiance less.

And he in anger, grief and spite, Would not to man his face display ; Whereat I cried : « Sun ! thou dost right, Her beauty must o'er all hold sway ! »