Out of the East, with flaming lockes bedight,
To tell that[418] dawning day is drawing[419] neare,
And to the world does bring long wished light;
So faire and fresh that Lady shewd her selfe in sight.
So faire and fresh, as freshest flowre in May; xxii
For she had layd her mournefull stole aside,
And widow-like sad wimple throwne away,
Wherewith her heauenly[420] beautie she did hide,
Whiles on her wearie iourney she did ride;
And on her now a garment she did weare,