William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Elizabethan Verse. 1907.
A RoundelayMichael Drayton (15631631)
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Who’s yonder in the valley set?
O, it is she, whose sweets do stain
The lily, rose, the violet!
Stay his bright chariot in the skies?
He pauseth, almost stricken blind
With gazing on her heavenly eyes.
Which sometime was their chief delight?
Because they need no other good
That live in presence of her sight.
Not with’ring with sharp Winter’s breath?
She hath robb’d Nature of her skill,
And comforts all things with her breath.
As swift as the wild roe that were?
O, muse not, shepherd, that they stay,
When they her heavenly voice do hear.
And lovely girls attired in green?
From gathering garlands on the plains
To crown our fair the Shepherds’ Queen.
Flocks, flowers, and brooks will witness bear;
These nymphs and shepherds all do know
That it is she is only fair.