The Twenty-Second Sonnet of Louise LabÉ


O happy, fortunate, shining Sun, to see
Your friend and mistress always face to face;
And happy Moon: Endymion’s embrace
Waits you as honey stored awaits the bee!

Mars beholds Venus, Mercury on the wing
Glides through each heaven, each land, with even pace;
And Jove looks down and views in many a place
The lustier times and trophies of his spring.

See how the harmony that reigns on high
Links with its force these bodies of the sky,
But had they not their loves, in toil and pain
They would break frame and order, and disperse
With random steps through a wrecked universe
Like me to search, and search, like me, in vain.

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