Poem by Edmund Spenser

Amoretti 19. The merry cuckow, messenger of Spring

The merry cuckow, messenger of Spring,
His trompet shrill hath thrise already sounded.
That warnes al lovers wayte upon their king,
Who now is coming forth with girland crouned.
With noyse whereof the quyre of byrds resounded
Their anthemes sweet, devized of loves prayse,
That all the woods theyr ecchoes back rebounded,
As if they knew the meaning of their layes.
But mongst them all which did Loves honor rayse,
No word was heard of her that most it ought;
But she his precept proudly disobayes,
And doth his ydle message set at nought.
  Therefore, O Love, unlesse she turne to thee
  Ere cuckow end, let her a rebell be! 

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

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