Ronsard does a great job of combining nature poetry and love poetry, and this sonnet is a fine example of that. The scene has the poet watching, probably from a hiding-place, his love frolic in the woods. It is an idyllic scene and, quite naturally, the consequence is love.
Voyci le boys, que ma sainte Angelette
Sus le printemps anime de son chant.
Voyci les fleurs que son pied va marchant,
Lors que pensive elle s’esbat seullette.
Io voici la prée verdelette,
Qui prend vigueur de sa main la touchant,
Quand pas à pas pillarde va cherchant
Le bel émail de l’herbe nouvelette.
Ici chanter, là pleurer je la vy,
Ici soubrire, & là je fus ravy
De ses beaulx yeulx par lesquelz je desvie :
Ici s’asseoir, là je la vi dancer :
Sus le mestier d’un si vague penser
Amour ourdit les trames de ma vie.
The poem sets out to describe a place, a wood in the spring with wild flowers and new-grown grass. But this wood is different and special because the poet’s Angel is there, singing, dancing, gathering flowers, culling the dew from the young grass. The poet sees her singing, crying (presumably from joy) and smiling. He is charmed by the look in her eyes, and he follows her every movement, whether she is sitting on the grass or dancing around. The final two lines lay out the result of all this. The poet’s idle thoughts turn to love, which will weave the fabric of his life.
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