Her nose of delicate form, and white,
As well might show in wax’ despite.
O brilliant was the sun-gold hair
That crowned her head, round which she ware
A fillet fine, its wealth to hold.
O’er which a chaplet worked with gold
Rode royally; two-score and nine
Fair orfreyed chaplets ’neath mine eyne890
Have passed erewhile, but none were wrought
Of silk so well as this methought.
Her outer mantle was a rich
Bright robe of silken samite which,
Seeing that Mirth well loved it, she
Arrayed her in delightedly.
VI
The Dreamer hear ye now declare
What guise the God of Love doth bear.
The God of Love
Hard by this winsome pair did stand
The God of Love, whose mighty hand
Dealeth to lovers weal or woe901
As seemeth good to him; alow
He casteth pride, and oft-time makes
High-minded men for ladies’ sakes
Right humble, and proud dames to bow
With meekness ’neath his yoke, I trow.
The God of Love is dowered with grace
So richly, both in form and face,
That scarce, I deem, of his allure
My pen dare draw the portraiture.910
Love’s friends had woven from his bowers,
In scorn of silk, a robe of flowers,
