He lays his arrows by.
IVO OF CHARTRES
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,