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Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.

Amoretti and Epithalamion

Sonnet LXXXVIII. Like as the Culver, on the bared bough

Edmund Spenser (1552?–1599)

LIKE 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 return that seems to linger late:

So I alone, now left disconsolate,

Mourn to myself the absence of my love;

And, wandering here and there all desolate,

Seek with my plaints to match that mournful dove.

Ne joy of aught that under heaven doth hove

Can comfort me, but her own joyous sight:

Whose sweet aspect both God and man can move,

In her unspotted pleasance to delight.

Dark is my day, while her fair light I miss,

And dead my life that wants such lively bliss.