Edmund Spenser (1552?–1599). Fowre Hymnes An Hymne of Heavenly Love LOVE, lift me up upon thy golden wings, From this base world unto thy heavens hight, Where I may see those admirable things Which there thou workest by thy soveraine might, Farre above feeble reach of earthly sight, That I thereof an heavenly hymne may sing Unto the God of Love, high heavens king. Many lewd layes (ah, woe is me the more!) In praise of that mad fit which fooles call love, I have in th’ heat of youth made heretofore, That in light wits did loose affection move. But all those follies now I do reprove, And turned have the tenor of my string, The heavenly prayses of true love to sing. And ye that wont with greedy vaine desire To reade my fault, and wondring at my flame, To warme your selves at my wide sparckling fire, Sith now that heat is quenched, quench my blame, And in her ashes shrowd my dying shame: For who my passed follies now pursewes, Beginnes his owne, and my old fault renewes.
Posted on: Fri, 28 Jun 2013 13:03:02 +0000
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