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Sonette XI

Poem (Canso): 

Upon the motley cloth of autumn earth
Spread I a banquet for my lovely queen,
Whose beauty matchèd there hath never been,
But of her virtue and visage a dearth.
Withdrawing the fowls now forth to the firth
Leaves nature’s loveliness from being seen,
Save in her form, full glorious and keen.
Of each hair’s curl the spheres have no such worth!
But even now the cold west wind doth rise
And hazard our leisurely am’rous tryst,
While darken Zeus above the storm-filled skies.
All universe my Euredissa list!
Let us shelter for winter to retire,
And hope Olympan covetness expire.