—Than looking to me round about
Upon the growing grass,
I quickly on the other part
Espied a dame to pass;
And nearer me for to arrive,
Who draws men from their grave,
And from their tomb, though being dead,
In longer life does save:
And look'd how does the morning star
At break of day appear,
And came from east before the sun
Within her purpled sphere;
Who willingly does marrow her,
With all his light and flame:
So in such sort, and all alike,
Approached then the dame.