Edmund Spenser (1552 - 13 January 1599 / London / England)
Amoretti XXII: This Holy Season
This holy season, fit to fast and pray,
Men to devotion ought to be inclin'd:
Therefore I likewise on so holy day,
For my sweet saint some service fit will find.
Her temple fair is built within my mind,
In which her glorious image placed is,
On which my thoughts do day and night attend,
Like sacred priests that never think amiss.
There I to her as th' author of my bliss,
Will build an altar to appease her ire:
And on the same my heart will sacrifice,
Burning in flames of pure and chaste desire:
The which vouchsafe, O goddess, to accept,
Amongst thy dearest relics to be kept.
Edmund Spenser's Other Poems
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- A Hymn In Honour Of Beauty
- A Hymn Of Heavenly Beauty
- Amoretti III: The Sovereign Beauty
- Amoretti LXVII: Like as a Huntsman
- Amoretti LXVIII: Most Glorious Lord of L...
- Amoretti LXXIV: Most Happy Letters
- Amoretti LXXIX: Men Call you Fair
- Amoretti LXXV: One Day I Wrote Her Name
- Amoretti XXII: This Holy Season
- An Hymn In Honour Of Beauty
- An Hymn Of Heavenly Beauty
- An Hymne In Honour Of Love
- An Hymne of Heavenly Love
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