To Edmund Spenser Poem by Glen Martin Fitch

Oh land of fluid 'scape and timeless time,
Where gardens shine in beauty far more bright,
Where terror lies in dungeon path to climb,
What better place for men to find their might?
Oh land of high Romance, where heroes fight
'Gainst inner dragons for their ladies fair,
And lovers pine just for their loved one's sight,
And villains plot a false fair face to wear.
Oh blessèd dreamer how you work with care
Your multi-leveled polyphonic quest
In interlockèd rhyme and language fair
To lure enchanted readers through each test.
Sweet honey bee in your six-sided cell
Who else could tell of once dreamt scenes so well?