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WWITH what a calm serenity she smoothsHer way thro’ cloudless jasper sown with stars!Chaster than virtue, sweeter than sweet truthsOf maidenhood, in Spenser’s knightly wars.For what is all Belphœbe’s golden hair,The chastity of Britomart, the loveOf Florimel so faithful and so fair,To thee, thou Wonder! And yet far aboveThy inoffensive beauty must I holdDear Una, sighing for the Red-cross KnightThro’ all her losses, crosses manifold.And when the lordly lion fell in fight,Who, who can paragon her tearful woe?Not thou, O Moon! didst ever passion so.
WWITH what a calm serenity she smoothsHer way thro’ cloudless jasper sown with stars!Chaster than virtue, sweeter than sweet truthsOf maidenhood, in Spenser’s knightly wars.For what is all Belphœbe’s golden hair,The chastity of Britomart, the loveOf Florimel so faithful and so fair,To thee, thou Wonder! And yet far aboveThy inoffensive beauty must I holdDear Una, sighing for the Red-cross KnightThro’ all her losses, crosses manifold.And when the lordly lion fell in fight,Who, who can paragon her tearful woe?Not thou, O Moon! didst ever passion so.
WWITH what a calm serenity she smoothsHer way thro’ cloudless jasper sown with stars!Chaster than virtue, sweeter than sweet truthsOf maidenhood, in Spenser’s knightly wars.For what is all Belphœbe’s golden hair,The chastity of Britomart, the loveOf Florimel so faithful and so fair,To thee, thou Wonder! And yet far aboveThy inoffensive beauty must I holdDear Una, sighing for the Red-cross KnightThro’ all her losses, crosses manifold.And when the lordly lion fell in fight,Who, who can paragon her tearful woe?Not thou, O Moon! didst ever passion so.
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