The garden like a lady fair was cut,
 That lay as if she slumbered in delight,
And to the open skies her eyes did shut.
 The azure fields of Heaven were 'sembled right
 In a large round set with the flowers of light.
The flowers de luce and the round sparks of dew
That hung upon their azure leaves did shew
Like twinkling stars that sparkle in the evening blue.