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C.D. Warner, et al., comp.  The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes.  1917.
 
Song: To Marie
By Pierre de Ronsard (1524–1585)
 
Translation of Katharine Hillard

THE SPRING hath not so many flowers;
The autumn, grapes within its bowers;
The summer, heats that make men pale;
The winter, stores of icy hail;
Nor fishes hath the boundless sea,        5
Nor harvests in fair Beau there be;
Nor Brittany, unnumbered sands,
Nor fountains have Auvergne’s broad lands;
Nor hath so many stars the night,
Nor the wide woodland branches light,—        10
As hath my heart of heavy pains,
Born of my mistress’s disdains.
 
 
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