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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,

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,—

As hath my heart of heavy pains,

Born of my mistress’s disdains.