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seasón, As thine herberow changeth low and high; Lord Phoebus! cast thy merciable eye On wretch’d Aurelius, which that am but lorn. Lo, lord, my lady hath my death y-sworn, Withoutë guilt, but thy benignity Upon my deadly heart have some pitý. For well I wot, Lord Phoebus, if you lest, Ye may me helpë, save my lady, best. Now vouchësafe, that I may you devise How that I may be holp, and in what wise. Your blissful sister, Lucina the sheen, That of the sea is chief goddéss and queen⁠— Though Neptunus have deity in the sea, Yet emperess abovë him is she;⁠— Ye know well, lord, that, right as her desire Is to be quick’d and lighted of your fire, For which she followeth you full busily, Right so the sea desireth naturally To follow her, as she that is goddéss Both in the sea and rivers more and less. Wherefore, Lord Phoebus, this is my request, Do this mirácle, or do mine heartë brest; That now, next at this oppositión, Which in the sign shall be of the Lión, As prayë her so great a flood to bring, That five fathóm at least it overspring The highest rock in Armoric’ Bretágne, And let this flood endurë yearës twain: Then certes to my lady may I say, “Holdë your hest, the rockës be away.” Lord Phoebus, this mirácle do for me, Pray her she go no faster course than ye; I say this, “pray your sister that she go No faster course than ye these yearës two: Then shall she be even at full alway, And spring-flood lastë bothë night and day. And but she vouchësafe in such mannére To grantë me my sov’reign lady dear, Pray her to sink every rock adown Into her owen darkë regioún Under the ground, where Pluto dwelleth in Or nevermore shall I my lady win. Thy temple in Delphos will I barefoot seek. Lord Phoebus! see the tearës on my cheek And on my pain have some compassioún.” And with that word in sorrow he fell down, And longë time he lay forth in a trance. His brother, which that knew of his penánce, Up caught