EArly before the worlds light giuing lampe, <br />His golden beame vpon the hils doth spred, <br />Hauing disperst the nights vnchearefull dampe, <br />Doe ye awake and with fresh lusty hed, <br />Go to the bowre of my beloued loue, <br />My truest turtle doue <br />Bid her awake; for Hymen is awake, <br />And long since ready forth his maske to moue, <br />With his bright Tead that flames with many a flake, <br />And many a bachelor to waite on him, <br />In theyr fresh garments trim. <br />Bid her awake therefore and soone her dight, <br />For lo the wished day is come at last, <br />That shall for al the paynes and sorrowes past, <br />Pay to her vsury of long delight, <br />And whylest she doth her dight, <br />Doe ye to her of ioy and solace sing, <br />That all the woods may answer and your eccho ring.<br /><br />Edmund Spenser<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poem-2-2/
