To See the Roses Flaming at Daybreak, Poem by Pierre De Ronsard

Poem by Pierre De Ronsard Collection First Book of LovesThemes LovePeriod 16th century

Nor to see the roses flaming at the break of day,
Nor lilies planted on the bank of a stream,
Nor the sound of the lute, nor the warbling of a bird,
Nor in gold the gems well enclosed,

Nor the little throats of the Zephyrs opened,
Nor on the sea the roaring of a ship,
Nor the dance of a Nymph to the murmuring of the water,
Nor to see all things flowering in spring,

Nor an armed camp bristling with lances,
Nor a green grotto carpeted with moss,
Nor in the forests the treetops that press together,

Nor the sacred silence of the rocks,
So many pleasures give me but one Meadow,
Where without hope my hopes graze.

Pierre de Ronsard

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