EDMUND SPENSER. 1552-1598. PROTHALAMION. Calm was the day, and through the trembling air Hot Titan's beams, which then did glister fair, Through discontent of my long fruitless stay Like empty shadows-did afflict my brain) Along the shore of silver-streaming Thames : And crown their paramours, Against the bridal day, which is not long : There in a meadow by the river's side And each one had a little wicker basket Made of fine twigs entrailed curiously, In which they gather'd flowers to fill their flasket, Of every sort which in that meadow grew They gather'd some the violet pallid blue, The little daisy that at evening closes, To deck their bridegrooms' posies Against the bridal day, which was not long. With that I saw two Swans of goodly hue The snow which doth the top of Pindus strew Nor Jove himself, when he a swan would be Yet Leda was (they say) as white as he, Yet not so white as these, nor nothing near: So purely white they were That even the gentle stream, the which them bare, That shone as Heaven's light, Against their bridal day, which was not long. Sweet Thames! run softly till I end my song. Eftsoons the Nymphs, which now had flowers their fill, Ran all in haste to see that silver brood As they came floating on the crystal flood; Whom when they saw, they stood amazèd still, Their wondering eyes to fill : Them seem'd they never saw a sight so fair Of fowls so lovely that they sure did deem To be begot of any earthly seed, Tell Schools they want profoundness, Give Arts and Schools the lie! Tell Faith, it's fled the City! Tell how the Country erreth! So when thou hast, as I Commanded thee, done blabbing, Deserves no less than stabbing, Stab at thee he that will! No stab the soul can kill. A VISION Upon the Conceit of the Faery Queen. Methought I saw the grave where Laura lay, At whose approach the soul of Petrarch wept; But rather angels, or of angels' breed: Yet were they bred of summer's heat (they say) So fresh they seem'd as day, Even as their bridal day, which was not long. Then forth they all out of their baskets drew That like old Peneus' waters they did seem Two of these Nymphs meanwhile two garlands bound Their snowy foreheads therewithal they crown'd; Prepared against that day,- Against their bridal day, which was not long. "Ye gentle Birds! the world's fair ornament And let fair Venus, that is queen of love, |