183. Her Lustre Exceeds the Sun -
HER LUSTRE EXCEEDS THE SUN
The sweet new melancholy song of birds
At daybreak fills the valleys all around
With silver beauty, and the silver sound
Of water in the meadows adds new words.
Aurora, tressed like Jason's golden herds,
Whose forehead with love's constancy is bound,
Combing her consort's frosty head, has found
Me listening to the liquid minor thirds.
Thus, roused from slumber, I salute the sun;
But that sun chiefest whose melodious light
Dazzled my youth and dazzles still my sight.
I have watched both my suns rise up as one —
This killing the cold radiance of the night,
That clouding this in bright oblivion.
The sweet new melancholy song of birds
At daybreak fills the valleys all around
With silver beauty, and the silver sound
Of water in the meadows adds new words.
Aurora, tressed like Jason's golden herds,
Whose forehead with love's constancy is bound,
Combing her consort's frosty head, has found
Me listening to the liquid minor thirds.
Thus, roused from slumber, I salute the sun;
But that sun chiefest whose melodious light
Dazzled my youth and dazzles still my sight.
I have watched both my suns rise up as one —
This killing the cold radiance of the night,
That clouding this in bright oblivion.
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