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Poem by Edmund Spenser


Amoretti 77. Was it a dreame, or did I see it playne?


Was it a dreame, or did I see it playne?
A goodly table of pure yvory,
All spred with juncats fit to entertayne
The greatest prince with pompous roialty:
Mongst which, there in a silver dish did ly
Two golden apples of unvalewd* price,
Far passing those which Hercules came by,
Or those which Atalanta did entice;
Exceeding sweet, yet voyd of sinfull vice;
That many sought, yet none could ever taste;
Sweet fruit of pleasure, brought from Paradice
By Love himselfe, and in his garden plaste.
  Her brest that table was, so richly spredd;
  My thoughts the guests, which would thereon have fedd.

[* Unvalewd, invaluable] 



Edmund Spenser


Edmund Spenser's other poems:
  1. Amoretti 41. Is it her nature, or is it her will
  2. Amoretti 5. Then was the faire Dodonian tree far seene
  3. Amoretti 11. Dayly when I do seeke and sew for peace
  4. Amoretti 65. The doubt which ye misdeeme, fayre Love, is vaine
  5. Amoretti 87. Since I have lackt the comfort of that light


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