Sonnet LXVI
SONNET LXVI.
Quel, che d' odore e di color vincea.
THE LAUREL, IN WHOM HE PLACED ALL HIS JOY HAS BEEN TAKEN FROM HIM TO ADORN HEAVEN.
That which in fragrance and in hue defiedThe odoriferous and lucid East,Fruits, flowers and herbs and leaves, and whence the WestOf all rare excellence obtain'd the prize,My laurel sweet, which every beauty graced,Where every glowing virtue loved to dwell,Beheld beneath its fair and friendly shadeMy Lord, and by his side my Goddess sit.Still have I placed in that beloved plantMy home of choicest thoughts: in fire, in frostShivering or burning, still I have been bless'd.The world was of her perfect honours fullWhen God, his own bright heaven therewith to grace,Reclaim'd her for Himself, for she was his.
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