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Samuel Waddington, comp.  The Sonnets of Europe.  1888.
On His Lady’s Waking
By Pierre de Ronsard (1524–1585)
Translated by Andrew Lang

MY lady woke upon a morning fair,
  What time Apollo’s chariot takes the skies,
  And, fain to fill with arrows from her eyes
His empty quiver, Love was standing there:
I saw two apples that her breast doth bear,        5
  None such the close of the Hesperides
  Yields; nor hath Venus any such as these,
Nor she that had of nursling Mars the care.
Even such a bosom, and so fair it was,
Pure as the perfect work of Phidias,        10
  That sad Andromeda’s discomfiture
Left bare, when Perseus passed her on a day,
And pale as Death for fear of death she lay,
  With breast as marble cold, as marble pure.

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