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Now may it please my lord, Louis the king, / Lily of Christ and France! riding his quest, / I, Bishop Ivo, saw a wondrous thing.
There was no light of sun left in the west, / And slowly did the moon's new light increase. / Heaven, without cloud, above the near hill's crest, / Lay passion-purple in a breathless peace. / Stars started like still tears, in rapture shed, / Which without consciousness the lids release.