L’Olive augmentée/2

I. 'For the famous crown I feel no longing'

L’Olive ~ II written by Joachim Du Bellay translated by A. S. Kline

III. 'Famed Loire, who swell your little source'

L’Olive - II. ‘D'amour, de grace, et de haulte valeur’.

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II

'With love, with grace and with noble value'
 
With love, with grace and with noble value
The divine fires were bound, and the sky
Clothed with a precious mantle, on high,
Of ardent rays of every tint and hue.
 
All was filled with beauty, goodness too,
The tranquil sea, the gracious winds that vie,
When she was born here, where we sigh,
She to whom all Earth’s honour does accrue.
 
She took her colour from the lily white,
Her hair from gold, her lips from the rose,
And from the sun her eyes glowing bright.
 
The heavens employed their liberality
And in her spirit their seed did enclose,
From the gods her name won immortality.