English poem
Guido Orlando, Singing
by T. E. Hulme (1883–1917)
Befits me praise thine empery, Lady of Valour, Past all disproving; Thou art the flower to me-- Nay, by Love's pallor-- Of all good loving.
Worthy to reap men's praises Is he who'd gaze upon Truth's mazes. In like commend is he, Who, loving fixedly, Love so refineth,
Till thou alone art she In whom love's vested; As branch hath fairest flower Where fruit's suggested.
This great joy comes to me, To me observing How swiftly thou hast power To pay my serving.