Edmund Spenser (Эдмунд Спенсер)

Amoretti 67. Lyke as a huntsman, after weary chace

Lyke as a huntsman, after weary chace,
Seeing the game from him escapt away,
Sits downe to rest him in some shady place,
With panting hounds, beguiled of their pray,
So, after long pursuit and vaine assay,
When I all weary had the chace forsooke,
The gentle deer returnd the selfe-same way,
Thinking to quench her thirst at the next brooke.
There she, beholding me with mylder looke,
Sought not to fly, but fearlesse still did bide,
Till I in hand her yet halfe trembling tooke,
And with her own goodwill her fyrmely tyde.
  Strange thing, me seemd, to see a beast so wyld
  So goodly wonne, with her owne will beguyld. 

1. Amoretti 80. After so long a race as I have run
2. Amoretti 36. Tell me, when shall these wearie woes have end
3. Amoretti 75. One day I wrote her name upon the strand
4. Amoretti 12. One day I sought with her hart-thrilling eies
5. Amoretti 21. Was it the worke of Nature or of Art

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