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 :Thus wrapt in rufull thought through the waste field
 * I stagger'd on, and scattered my woe,
 * Bedew'd the grasse with tears mine eyes did yield;
 * At last I am arrived with footing slow
 * Near a black pitchy wood, that strongest throw
 * Of starry beam no'te easily penetrate:
 * On the north side I walked to and fro
 * In solitary shade. The Moon's sly gate

Had cross'd the middle line: It was at least so late.


 * When th' other part of night in painfull grief
 * Was almost spent, out of that solemn grove
 * There issued forth for my timely relief.
 * The fairest wight that ever sight did prove,
 * So fair a wight as might command the love
 * Of best of mortall race; her count'nance sheen
 * The pensive shade gently before her drove;
 * A mild sweet light shone from her lovely eyne;

She seem'd no earthly branch, but sprung of stock divine.


 * A silken mantle, coloured like the skie
 * With silver starres in a due distance set,
 * Was cast about her somewhat carelessly,
 * And her bright flowing hair was not ylet
 * By art's device; onely a chappelet
 * Of chiefest flowers, which from far and near
 * The Nymphs in their pure lilly hands had fet [sic],
 * Upon her temples she did seemly weare,

Her own fair beams made all her ornaments appear.