In secret shadow, farre from all mens sight:
From her faire head her fillet she undight,
And laid her stole aside. Her angels face
As the great eye of heaven[°] shyned bright,
And made a sunshine in the shadie place;
Did never mortall eye behold such heavenly grace.
V
It fortuned out of the thickest wood
A ramping Lyon[°] rushed suddainly,