OPen the temple gates vnto my loue, <br />Open them wide that she may enter in, <br />And all the postes adorne as doth behoue, <br />And all the pillours deck with girlands trim, <br />For to recyue this Saynt with honour dew, <br />That commeth in to you, <br />With trembling steps and humble reuerence, <br />She commeth in, before th'almighties vew, <br />Of her ye virgins learne obedience, <br />When so ye come into those holy places, <br />To humble your proud faces <br />Bring her vp to th'high altar that she may, <br />The sacred ceremonies there partake, <br />The which do endlesse matrimony make, <br />And let the roring Organs loudly play; <br />The praises of the Lord in liuely notes, <br />The whiles with hollow throates. <br />The Choristers the ioyous Antheme sing, <br />That al the woods may answere and their eccho ring<br /><br />Edmund Spenser<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poem-12-2/
