And would you see my lady's face It is a flowery garden place Where knots of beauty have such grace That all is work and nowhere space It is a sweet delicious morn Where day is breeding, never born It is a meadow yet unshorn Which thousand flowers do adorn It is the heavens' bright reflex Weak eyes to dazzle and to vex It is the idea of her s** Whose envy does the world perplex It is a sweet delicious morn Where day is breeding, never born It is a meadow yet unshorn Which thousand flowers do adorn It is the outward face of youth It is the famed Elysium's truth The spring that wintered hearts renews And this is that my soul pursues