I would gladly, richly yellowing,
Descend in a shower of gold drop by drop
Into the fair breast of my beautiful Cassandre,
When sleep goes gliding into her eyes.
I would gladly, as a whitening bull,
Transform myself to subtly take her,
When in April through the tenderest grass
She goes, a flower, ravishing a thousand flowers.
I would gladly lighten my pain,
Be a Narcissus, and she a fountain,
To plunge into it for a night’s stay;
And I would gladly have that night still
Last forever, without Dawn ever
Rekindling the day to wake me.
Pierre de Ronsard
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