From Tuscan came my lady's worthy race; <br />Fair Florence was sometime her ancient seat. <br />The western isle whose pleasant shore doth face <br />Wild Camber's cliffs, did give her lively heat. <br />Foster'd she was with milk of Irish breast; <br />Her sire an earl, her dame of princes' blood. <br />From tender years in Britain she doth rest <br />With a king's child, where she tastes ghostly food. <br />Hunsdon did first present her to mine eyen; <br />Bright is her hue, and Geraldine she hight; <br />Hampton me taught to wish her first for mine; <br />And Windsor, alas, doth chase me from her sight. <br />Beauty her mate, her virtues from above: <br />Happy is he that may obtain her love.<br /><br />Henry Howard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/from-tuscan-came-my-lady-s-worthy-race/
