Poem 2
EArly
before
the
worlds
light
giuing
lampe,
His
golden
beame
vpon
the
hils
doth
spred,
Hauing
disperst
the
nights
vnchearefull
dampe,
Doe
ye
awake
and
with
fresh
lusty
hed,
Go
to
the
bowre
of
my
beloued
loue,
My
truest
turtle
doue
Bid
her
awake;
for
Hymen
is
awake,
And
long
since
ready
forth
his
maske
to
moue,
With
his
bright
Tead
that
flames
with
many
a
flake,
And
many
a
bachelor
to
waite
on
him,
In
theyr
fresh
garments
trim.
Bid
her
awake
therefore
and
soone
her
dight,
For
lo
the
wished
day
is
come
at
last,
That
shall
for
al
the
paynes
and
sorrowes
past,
Pay
to
her
vsury
of
long
delight,
And
whylest
she
doth
her
dight,
Doe
ye
to
her
of
ioy
and
solace
sing,
That
all
the
woods
may
answer
and
your
eccho
ring.
