Folklore: A Wee Bit of Spenser

Subject: Folklore: A Wee Bit of Spenser
From: Thomas the Rhymer
Date: 02 May 03 - 09:44 PM

Edmund Spenser, The Faerie Qveene
Book One, Cant. IX
Stanzas 13, 14, 15

For-wearied with my sports, I did alight
From loftie steed, and down to sleepe me layd;
The verdant gras my couch did goodly dight,
And pillow was my helmet faire displayd:
Whiles euery sence the humour sweet embayd,
And slombring soft my hart did steale away,
Me seemed, by my side a royall Mayd
Her daintie limbes full softly down did lay;
So faire a creature yet saw neuer day.

When I awoke, and found her place deuoyd,
And nought but pressed gras, where she had lyen
I sorrowed all so much, as erst I ioyd,
And washed all her place with watry eyen.
From that day forth I cast in carefull mind,
To seek her out with labour, and long tyne,
And neuer vow to rest, till her I find,
Nine monethes I seeke in vaine yet ni'll that vow vnbind.

Thus as he spake, his visage wexed pale,
And chaunge of hew great passion did bewray;
Yet still he stroue to cloke his inward bale,
And hide the smoke, that did his fire display,
Till gentle Vna thus to him gan say;
O happy Queen of Fearies, that hast found
Mongst many, one that with his prowesse may
Defend thine honor, and thy foes confound:
True Loues are often sown, but seldom grow on ground.

Subject: RE: Folklore: A Wee Bit of Spenser
From: Uncle_DaveO
Date: 02 May 03 - 10:27 PM

That is lovely.

Dave Oesterreich