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1. As when the morning star, escaped and fled
   From greedy waves, with dewy beams up flies,
   Or as the Queen of Love, new born and bred
   Of the Ocean’s fruitful froth, did first arise:
   So vented she her golden locks forth shed
   Round pearls and crystal moist therein which lies:
   But when her eyes upon the knights she cast,
   She start, and feigned her of their sight aghast.

   And her fair locks, that in a knot were tied
   High on her crown, she ‘gan at large unfold;
   Which falling long and thick and spreading wide,
   The ivory soft and white mantled in gold:
   Thus her fair skin the dame would clothe and hide,
   And that which hid it no less fair was hold;
   Thus clad in waves and locks, her eyes divine,
   From them ashamed did she turn and twine.

   Withal she smiled and she blushed withal,
   Her blush, her smilings, smiles her blushing graced:
   Over her face her amber tresses fall,
   Whereunder Love himself in ambush placed:
   At last she warbled forth a treble small,
   And with sweet looks her sweet songs interlaced;
   “Oh happy men I that have the grace,” quoth she,
   “This bliss, this heaven, this paradise to see.

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