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Sonette X

Poem (Canso): 

In Hibern field with my love down I lie
And on an oaten reed sweet musick play,
To chant the fauna all about the way
To dance and sing, all for her honor hye.
Might Phoebus from here never turn his eye,
Granting to us lovers eternal day
That for naught else would I, nor any, pay.
Favorèd sun, let season never die!
Like fair Persephon hath our green no end,
Though time will harvest all, but give again.
Before her smile I virtue easy tend,
And seek but more light to more grace attain.
While summer last, my dame the world doth serve,
And even this is less than she deserve.