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

www.TaleBooks.comAs blasted bloosme through heat doth languish and decay:III. Till on a day, as in his wonted wiseHis doole he made, there chaunst a turtle DoveTo come where he his dolors did devise,That likewise late had lost her dearest love,Which losse her made like passion also prove:Who, seeing his sad plight, her tender heartWith deare compassion deeply did emmove,That she gan mone his undeserved smart,And with her dolefull accent beare with him a part.IV. Shee sitting by him, as on ground he lay,Her mournefull notes full piteously did frame,And thereof made a lamentable lay,So sensibly compyld, that in the sameHim seemed oft he heard his owne right name,With that he forth would poure so plenteous teares,And beat his breast unworthy of such blame,And knocke his head, and rend his rugged heares,That could have perst the hearts of Tigres and of Beares.V. Thus, long this gentle bird to him did useWithouten dread of perill to repaireUnto his wonne, and with her mournefull museHim to recomfort in his greatest care,That much did ease his mourning and misfare:And every day, for guerdon of her song,He part of his small feast to her would share;That, at the last, of all his woe and wrongCompanion she became, and so continued long.VI. Upon a day as she him sate beside,By chance he certaine miniments forth drew,Which yet with him as relickes did abideOf all the bounty which Belphebe threwOn him, whilst goodly grace she him did shew:Amongst the rest a jewell rich he found,That was a Ruby of right perfect hew,Shap'd like a heart yet bleeding of the wound,And with a litle golden chaine about it bound.VII. The same he tooke, and with a riband new,In which his Ladies colours were, did bindAbout the turtles necke, that with the vewDid greatly solace his engrieved mind.All unawares the bird, when she did findHer selfe so deckt, her nimble wings displaid,And flew away as lightly as the wind:Which sodaine accident him much dismaid,And looking after long did mark which way she straid.VIII. But when as long he looked had in vaine,Yet saw her forward still to make her flight,His weary eie returnd to him againe,Page 453 , Faerie Queene, The - Edmund Spenser