Poem 7

NOw is my loue all ready forth to come,

Let all the virgins therefore well awayt,

And ye fresh boyes that tend vpon her groome

Prepare your selues; for he is comming strayt.

Set all your things in seemely good aray

Fit for so ioyfull day,

The ioyfullst day that euer sunne did see

Faire Sun, shew forth thy fauourable ray,

And let thy lifull heat not feruent be

For feare of burning her sunshyny face,

Her beauty to disgrace.

O fayrest Phoebus, father of the Muse,

If euer I did honour thee aright,

Or sing the thing, that mote thy mind delight,

Doe not thy seruants simple boone refuse,

But let this day let this one day be myne,

Let all the rest be thine.

Then I thy souerayne prayses loud wil sing,

That all the woods shal answer and theyr eccho ring.

Edmund Spenser

Edmund Spenser (born 1552/53, London, England—died January 13, 1599, London) English poet whose long allegorical poem The Faerie Queene is one of the greatest in the English language. It was written in what came to be called the Spenserian stanza. In 1598 rebels attacked and burned Kilcolman Castle, forcing Spenser and his family to flee to Cork. In December he returned to England, where he delivered a report on the Irish crisis at Whitehall on Christmas Eve. Three weeks later, on 13 January 1599, he died, perhaps of illness brought on by exhaustion. He was buried soon after in the south transept of Westminster Abbey in the Poets’ Corner.

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