Edmund Spenser

(1552 - 13 January 1599 / London / England)

Poem 96 - Poem by Edmund Spenser

SHe tooke him streight full pitiously lamenting,
and wrapt him in her smock:
She wrapt him softly, all the while repenting,
that he the fly did mock.
She drest his wound and it embaulmed wel
with salue of soueraigne might:
And then she bath'd him in a dainty well
the well of deare delight.
Who would not oft be stung as this,
to be so bath'd in Venus blis.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

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