Poem by Edmund Spenser

Amoretti 80. After so long a race as I have run

After so long a race as I have run
Through Faery land, which those six books compile,
Give leave to rest me being half foredonne,
And gather to my selfe new breath awhile.
Then, as a steed refreshed after toyle,
Out of my prison I will break anew,
And stoutly will that second work assoyle*,
With strong endevour and attention dew.
Till then give leave to me in pleasant mew**
To sport my Muse, and sing my Loves sweet praise,
The contemplation of whose heavenly hew
My spirit to an higher pitch will rayse.
  But let her prayses yet be low and meane,
  Fit for the handmayd of the Faery Queene.

[* Assoyle, discharge.]
[** Mew, prison, retreat.] 

1. Amoretti 67. Lyke as a huntsman, after weary chace
2. Amoretti 21. Was it the worke of Nature or of Art
3. Amoretti 87. Since I have lackt the comfort of that light
4. Amoretti 88. Lyke as the culver on the bared bough
5. Amoretti 12. One day I sought with her hart-thrilling eies

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