In a small patch of heaven
In a small patch of heaven
I saw the sun unseam,
become two shining stars
and these had black beams.
They shine and serve
as the Venus stars:
at dawn the morning star,
the evening star at night.
Their shapes rimmed in gold,
a miracle is worked:
the dark becomes fair,
not the fair dark.
Rays that are the keys
to this sea's port
if ports become a sea
all gulfs and straits.
Eyes with no such mercy—
but yet they have, look!
The rays they don in mourning
for so many lives wrecked.
Translated by Michael Smith
(1585)
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