Garden Of Earthly Delights - Arzachel

And would you see my lady’s face

It is a flowery garden place

Where knots of beauty have such grace

That all is work and nowhere space

It is a sweet delicious morn

Where day is breeding, never born

It is a meadow yet unshorn

Which thousand flowers do adorn

It is the heavens' bright reflex

Weak eyes to dazzle and to vex

It is the idea of her sex

Whose envy does the world perplex

It is a sweet delicious morn

Where day is breeding, never born

It is a meadow yet unshorn

Which thousand flowers do adorn

It is the outward face of youth

It is the famed Elysium’s truth

The spring that wintered hearts renews

And this is that my soul pursues