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V. 'Now that Night her starry chariot plies'

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

VII. ' Already night has gathered in her train '

L’Olive - VI. ‘Que n’es-tu las (mon desir) de tant suyvre’.

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VI
’Are you not weary (my desire) of following'
 
Are you not weary (my desire) of following,
That which is so lively in its flight?
Do you not see it, at my slow suit, delight
To fly from the snares of love, itself freeing?
 
That false hope, its sweetness intoxicating,
Will halt me, in an instant, then excite,
Raise me on high then plunge me into night,
Slay me, and then return me to the living.
 
So carried here and there, from place to place
By Love, I never think to halt the race,
My mad desire, and end so wild a ride.
 
Thus have you made me a prey to danger,
If I cannot of my own will restrain you,
Now that I take the blind boy as my guide.