Edmund Spenser (Эдмунд Спенсер)

Poem 6. My loue is now awake out of her dreame

My loue is now awake out of her dreame,
and her fayre eyes like stars that dimmed were
With darksome cloud, now shew theyr goodly beams
More bright then Hesperus his head doth rere.
Come now ye damzels, daughters of delight,
Helpe quickly her to dight,
But first come ye fayre houres which were begot
In loues sweet paradice, of Day and Night,
Which doe the seasons of the yeare allot,
And al that euer in this world is fayre
Doe make and still repayre.
And ye three handmayds of the Cyprian Queene,
The which doe still adorne her beauties pride,
Helpe to addorne my beautifullest bride
And as ye her array, still throw betweene
Some graces to be seene,
And as ye vse to Venus, to her sing,
The whiles the woods shal answer & your eccho ring 

1. Amoretti 61. The glorious image of the Makers beautie
2. Amoretti 36. Tell me, when shall these wearie woes have end
3. Amoretti 14. Retourne agayne, my forces late dismayd
4. Amoretti 24. When I behold that beauties wonderment
5. Amoretti 10. Unrighteous Lord of love, what law is this

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