Samuel Waddington, comp. The Sonnets of Europe. 1888.
On His Astræas ArisingPierre de Ronsard (15241585)
Translated by Thomas Ashe
I
The dawn not rises freshlier from the sea,
Nor fairer shone the new-made deity
Of love, a-sail for Cyprus in her shell,
Than she I love above all words can tell,
My sainted star, at morn arose for me:
How laughed the heaven! and knowing it was she,
The flowers raised head to bless and greet her well!
The heaven-born Graces flitted round her brow,
And Youth and Love would low before her bow;
But—this ’twas made my slavery complete—
No touch of art her beauty deigned to show:
The unfair face with art may fairer grow;
Fair face without is ever fair and sweet.