Edmund Spenser (Эдмунд Спенсер)

Amoretti 80. After so long a race as I have run

After so long a race as I have run
Through Faery land, which those six books compile,
Give leave to rest me being half foredonne,
And gather to my selfe new breath awhile.
Then, as a steed refreshed after toyle,
Out of my prison I will break anew,
And stoutly will that second work assoyle*,
With strong endevour and attention dew.
Till then give leave to me in pleasant mew**
To sport my Muse, and sing my Loves sweet praise,
The contemplation of whose heavenly hew
My spirit to an higher pitch will rayse.
  But let her prayses yet be low and meane,
  Fit for the handmayd of the Faery Queene.

[* Assoyle, discharge.]
[** Mew, prison, retreat.] 

1. Amoretti 28. The laurel-leafe which you this day doe weare
2. Amoretti 77. Was it a dreame, or did I see it playne?
3. Amoretti 11. Dayly when I do seeke and sew for peace
4. Amoretti 5. Then was the faire Dodonian tree far seene
5. Amoretti 65. The doubt which ye misdeeme, fayre Love, is vaine

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