L’Olive augmentée/7

VI. 'Are you not weary (my desire) of following'

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

VIII. 'River-god who receives in your humid flow '

L’Olive - VII. ‘Déjà la nuit en son parc amassoit’.

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VII
’Already night has gathered in her train'
 
Already night has gathered in her train
The wandering stars in vast array,
And to deep caves, fleeing from the day,
Drives her dark horses onwards, once again.
 
Already the sky in India shows a stain
Of pale red, from Dawn’s blond tresses stray
A hail of pearls, enriching the display
Of her treasures, with their precious rain.
 
When, in the west, like a living star,
My river, on your grassy shore, afar,
A smiling Nymph, appears to my sight!
 
Then, seeing Aurora appear anew,
The day blushes with a double hue,
Of both Angevin, and Oriental light.