Note 5 — Volume XI. (continued 4)
Reading edition
Standing alone beside my window, One morning as the day was breaking, I saw at my left hand Aurora To Phœbus pointing out his daily road; And on the other hand my sweetheart combing Her golden locks; I saw her beaming eyes That shone so lovingly upon me, That I was fain to cry aloud: "Immortal Gods! return to your abodes celestial, Her loveliness doth put yours to the blush."