THE FAERIE QUEENE by Edmund Spenser TO The ... - Planet.ee

www.TaleBooks.comIn her warme bed to sleepe, if that she might;And the old-woman carefully displaydThe clothes about her round with busy ayd;So that at last a litle creeping sleepeSurprisd her sence: Shee, therewith well apayd,The dronken lamp down in the oyl did steepe,And sett her by to watch, and sett her by to weepe.XLVIII. Earely, the morrow next, before that dayHis joyous face did to the world revele,They both uprose and tooke their ready wayUnto the Church, their praiers to appeleWith great devotion, and with little zele:For the faire Damzel from the holy herseHer love-sicke hart to other thoughts did steale;And that old Dame said many an idle verse,Out of her daughters hart fond fancies to reverse.XLIX. Retournd home, the royall Infant fellInto her former fitt; for-why no powreNor guidaunce of herselfe in her did dwell:But th' aged Nourse, her calling to her bowre,Had gathered Rew, and Savine, and the flowreOf Camphora, and Calamint, and Dill;All which she in a earthen Pot did poure,And to the brim with Coltwood did it fill,And many drops of milk and blood through it did spill.L. Then, taking thrise three heares from off her head,Them trebly breaded in a threefold lace,And round about the Pots mouth bound the thread;And, after having whispered a spaceCertein sad words with hollow voice and bace,Shee to the virgin sayd, thrise sayd she itt;"Come daughter, come; come, spit upon my face;Spitt thrise upon me, thrise upon me spitt;Th' uneven nomber for this busines is most fitt."LI. That sayd, her rownd about she from her turnd,She turnd her contrary to the Sunne;Thrise she her turnd contrary, and returndAll contrary; for she the right did shunne;And ever what she did was streight undonne.So thought she to undoe her daughters love;But love, that is in gentle brest begonne,No ydle charmes so lightly may remove:That well can witnesse who by tryall it does prove.LII. Ne ought it mote the noble Mayd avayle,Ne slake the fury of her cruell flame,But that shee still did waste, and still did wayle,That, through long languour and hart-burning brame,She shortly like a pyned ghost becameWhich long hath waited by the Stygian strond.Page 281 , Faerie Queene, The - Edmund Spenser