Translated From A Sonnet Of Ronsard

Nature withheld Cassandra in the skies
  For more adornment a full thousand years;
She took their cream of Beauty's fairest dyes,
  And shap'd and tinted her above all Peers:
Meanwhile Love kept her dearly with his wings,
  And underneath their shadow fill'd her eyes
With such a richness that the cloudy Kings
  Of high Olympus utter'd slavish sighs.
When from the Heavens I saw her first descend
  My heart took fire, and only burning pains
They were my pleasures -- they my Life's sad end;
  Love pour'd her beauty into my warm veins...
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