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Amoretti: Sonnet 88

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Title:     Amoretti: Sonnet 88
Author: Edmund Spenser [More Titles by Spenser]

Lyke as the culver* on the bared bough
Sits mourning for the absence of her mate,
And in her songs sends many a wishful vow
For his returns, that seemes to linger late,
So I alone, how left disconsolate,
Mourne to my selfe the absence of my Love;
And wandring here and there all desolate,
Seek with my playnts to match that mournful dove
Ne ioy of ought that under heaven doth hove**,
Can comfort me, but her owne ioyous sight,
Whose sweet aspect both God and man can move,
In her unspotted pleasauns to delight.
Dark is my day, whyles her fayre light I mis,
And dead my life that wants such lively blis.


[* _Culver_, dove.]
[** _Hove_, hover, exist.]


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Edmund Spenser's poem: Amoretti: Sonnet 88

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