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 67. Lyke as a huntsman, after weary chace
2. Amoretti 75. One day I wrote her name upon the strand
3. Amoretti 10. Unrighteous Lord of love, what law is this
4. Amoretti 14. Retourne agayne, my forces late dismayd
5. Amoretti 88. Lyke as the culver on the bared bough

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