Edmund Spenser

(1552 - 13 January 1599 / London / England)

Amoretti I: Happy ye leaves when as those lilly hands - Poem by Edmund Spenser

Happy ye leaves when as those lilly hands,
Which hold my life in their dead doing might
Shall handle you and hold in loves soft bands,
Lyke captives trembling at the victors sight.
And happy lines, on which with starry light,
Those lamping eyes will deigne sometimes to look
And reade the sorrowes of my dying spright,
Written with teares in harts close bleeding book.
And happy rymes bath'd in the sacred brooke,
Of Helicon whence she derived is,
When ye behold that Angels bless�d looke,
My soules long lacked foode, my heavens blis,
Leaves, lines, and rymes, seeke her to please alone,
Whom if ye please, I care for other none.


Comments about Amoretti I: Happy ye leaves when as those lilly hands by Edmund Spenser

  • Rajendra Rout (10/27/2017 8:12:00 AM)


    it was a very beautiful poem.thaks for shairig...10+++ (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 25, 2016

Poem Edited: Monday, January 25, 2016


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