Edmund Spenser

(1552 - 13 January 1599 / London / England)

Poem 97

Poem by Edmund Spenser

THe wanton boy was shortly wel recured,
of that his malady:
But he soone after fresh againe enured,
his former cruelty.
And since that time he wounded hath my selfe
with his sharpe dart of loue:
And now forgets the cruell carelesse elfe,
his mothers heast to proue.
So now I languish till he please,
my pining anguish to appease.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002



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