固定在那里，犹如在他们的家。
Askno ore where Jove bestows，
When June is past， the fadg rose；
Foryour beautys orient deep，
These flowers， astheir caes， sleep.
Askno ore whither do stray
The golden atos of the day；
Forpure love heaven did prepare
Those powders to enrich your hair.
Askno ore whither doth haste
The nightgale， when May is past；
Foryour sweet dividg throat
She ters， and keeps war her note.
Askno ore where those stars light，
That downwards falldead of night；
Foryour eyes they sit， and there
Fixed bee， astheir sphere.