NOw welcome night, thou night so long expected, <br />that long daies labour doest at last defray, <br />And all my cares, which cruell loue collected, <br />Hast sumd in one, and cancelled for aye: <br />Spread thy broad wing ouer my loue and me, <br />that no man may vs see, <br />And in thy sable mantle vs enwrap, <br />>From feare of perrill and foule horror free. <br />Let no false treason seeke vs to entrap, <br />Nor any dread disquiet once annoy <br />the safety of our ioy: <br />But let the night be calme and quietsome, <br />Without tempestuous storms or sad afray: <br />Lyke as when Ioue with fayre Alcmena lay, <br />When he begot the great Tirynthian groome: <br />Or lyke as when he with thy selfe did lie, <br />And begot Maiesty. <br />And let the mayds and yongmen cease to sing: <br />Ne let the woods them answer, nor theyr eccho ring.<br /><br />Edmund Spenser<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poem-18/
