| James and Mary Ford, eds. Every Day in the Year. 1902. | | | | January 13 | | Spenser | | By Craven Langstroth Betts (1853–1941) |
| | (Died Jan. 13, 1599)
I’VE watched him stroll with Raleigh by the wood, | |
| Or Sidney, near the Mulla’s rippling brim, | |
| While Nature crooned her Summer-evening hymn, | |
| Till o’er the fields the new moon’s syckle stood. | |
| I’ve heard calm words of courtly brotherhood | 5 |
| Chime like an Angelus through the ages dim, | |
| And they, whom all else honored, honored him, | |
| My Spenser, votary of the Holy Rood. | |
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| They rose and passed through Honor’s troubled sky; | |
| Each quenched in blood his fitful, fervent star; | 10 |
| He dwelt apart, unknown, and fixed his eye | |
| Where aureoled Beauty beckoned him afar. | |
| Thy Lion, Maid, and Knight can never die, | |
| O Childe, for of them England’s glories are! | | | | |
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