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on the earth alit, Come to be Lord of it; Looked round and laughed with glee, Noble my empery Straight ere that laugh was done Sprang forth the royal sun, Pouring out golden shine Over the realm divine.

Came then a lovely may, Dazzling the new-born day, Wreathing her golden hair With the red roses there, Laughing with sunny eyes Up to the sunny skies, Moving so light and free To her own minstrelsy.