Edmund Spenser

(1552 - 13 January 1599 / London / England)

Poem 91

Poem by Edmund Spenser

I Saw in secret to my Dame,
How little Cupid humbly came:
and sayd to her All hayle my mother.
But when he saw me laugh, for shame:
His face with bashfull blood did flame,
not knowing Venus from the other,
Then neuer blush Cupid (quoth I)
for many haue err'd in this beauty.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

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