My loue is now awake out of her dreame, <br />and her fayre eyes like stars that dimmed were <br />With darksome cloud, now shew theyr goodly beams <br />More bright then Hesperus his head doth rere. <br />Come now ye damzels, daughters of delight, <br />Helpe quickly her to dight, <br />But first come ye fayre houres which were begot <br />In loues sweet paradice, of Day and Night, <br />Which doe the seasons of the yeare allot, <br />And al that euer in this world is fayre <br />Doe make and still repayre. <br />And ye three handmayds of the Cyprian Queene, <br />The which doe still adorne her beauties pride, <br />Helpe to addorne my beautifullest bride <br />And as ye her array, still throw betweene <br />Some graces to be seene, <br />And as ye vse to Venus, to her sing, <br />The whiles the woods shal answer & your eccho ring<br /><br />Edmund Spenser<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poem-6-2/
