The glorious Sun went blushing to his bed;

When my soul’s sun from her fair cabinet

Her golden beams had now discovered,

Lightening the world eclipsed by his set.

Some mused to see the earth envy the air,

Which from her lips exhaled refined sweet;

A world to see, yet how he joyed to hear

The dainty grass make music with her feet.

But my most marvel was when from the skies

So comet-like each star advanced her light,

As though the heaven had now awaked her eyes,

And summoned angels to this blessed sight.

No cloud was seen, but crystalline the air.

Laughing for joy upon my lovely fair.