189. Wherein His Lady on Boat, in Car, Sitteth and Singeth with Her Companions -

WHEREIN HIS LADY ON BOAT, IN CAR, SITTETH AND SINGETH WITH HER COMPANIONS

Twelve ladies who on rare toil lightly lean,

Twelve constellations, rather, round the sun,

I watched as the bright boat they sat upon

Burnished the waters that had never seen

The like: not such drew Jason from his queen

Toward that fatal fleece whose gold threads run

Blood, nor the boy's whose amorous verdict spun

Ilium's doom and burned whole worlds between.

I saw them next on a triumphal car,

Where, marked by her angelic attributes,

My Laura sat and sweetly sang to flutes.

Ah, not of earth such heavenly visions are!

Blest Tiphys! Blest Automedon! To guide

That boat, that car where such celestials ride!

Author of original: 
Francesco Petrarch
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