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Calme was the day and through the trembling ayre	A
Sweete breathing Zephyrus did softly play	B
A gentle spirit that lightly did delay	B
Hot Titans beames which then did glyster fayre	A
When I whom sullein care	A
Through discontent of my long fruitlesse stay	B
In Princes Court and expectation vayne	C
Of idle hopes which still doe fly away	B
Like empty shaddowes did afflict my brayne	C
Walkt forth to ease my payne	C
Along the shoare of silver streaming Themmes	D
Whose rutty Bancke the which his River hemmes	D
Was paynted all with variable flowers	D
And all the meades adornd with daintie gemmes	D
Fit to decke maydens bowres	D
And crowne their Paramours	D
Against the Brydale day which is not long	E
Sweete Themmes runne softly till I end my Song	E
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There in a Meadow by the Rivers side	F
A Flocke of Nymphes I chaunc egrave d to espy	G
All lovely Daughters of the Flood thereby	H
With goodly greenish locks all loose untyde	F
As each had bene a Bryde	F
And each one had a little wicker basket	F
Made of fine twigs entrayl grave d curiously	G
In which they gathered flowers to fill their flasket	F
And with fine Fingers cropt full feateously	G
The tender stalkes on hye	H
Of every sort which in that Meadow grew	A
They gathered some the Violet pallid blew	A
The little Dazie that at evening closes	D
The virgin Lillie and the Primrose trew	A
With store of vermeil Roses	D
To decke their Bridegromes posies	D
Against the Brydale day which was not long	E
Sweete Themmes runne softly till I end my Song	E
	-
With that I saw two Swannes of goodly hewe	A
Come softly swimming downe along the Lee	G
Two fairer Birds I yet did never see	G
The snow which doth the top of Pindus strew	A
Did never whiter shew	A
Nor Jove himselfe when he a Swan would be	G
For love of Leda whiter did appeare	A
Yet Leda was they say as white as he	G
Yet not so white as these nor nothing neare	A
So purely white they were	A
That even the gentle streame the which them bare	A
Seem'd foule to them and bad his billowes spare	A
To wet their silken feathers least they might	F
Soyle their fayre plumes with water not so fayre	A
And marre their beauties bright	F
That shone as heavens light	F
Against their Brydale day which was not long	E
Sweete Themmes runne softly till I end my Song	E
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Eftsoones the Nymphes which now had Flowers their fill	G
Ran all in haste to see that silver brood	F
As they came floating on the Christal Flood	F
Whom when they sawe they stood amaz egrave d still	G
Their wondring eyes to fill	G
Them seem'd they never saw a sight so fayre	A
Of Fowles so lovely that they sure did deeme	I
Them heavenly borne or to be that same payre	A
Which through the Skie draw Venus silver Teeme	I
For sure they did not seeme	I
To be begot of any earthly Seede	F
But rather Angels or of Angels breede	F
Yet were they bred of Somers heat they say	D
In sweetest Season when each Flower and weede	F
The earth did fresh aray	A
So fresh they seem'd as day	F
Even as their Brydale day which was not long	E
Sweete Themmes runne softly till I end my Song	E
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Then forth they all out of their baskets drew	A
Great store of Flowers the honour of the field	F
That to the sense did fragrant odours yield	F
All which upon those goodly Birds they threw	A
And all the Waves did strew	A
That like old Peneus Waters they did seeme	I
When downe along by pleasant Tempes shore	A
Scattred with Flowres through Thessaly they streeme	I
That they appeare through Lillies plenteous store	A
Like a Brydes Chamber flore	A
Two of those Nymphes meane while two Garlands bound	F
Of freshest Flowres which in that Mead they found	F
The which presenting all in trim Array	F
Their snowie Foreheads therewithall they crownd	F
Whil'st one did sing this Lay	F
Prepar'd against that Day	F
Against their Brydale day which was not long	E
Sweete Themmes runne softly till I end my Song	E
	-
'Ye gentle Birdes the worlds faire ornament	F
And heavens glorie whom this happie hower	A
Doth leade unto your lovers blisfull bower	A
Joy may you have and gentle hearts content	F
Of your loves couplement	F
And let faire Venus that is Queene of love	J
With her heart quelling Sonne upon you smile	G
Whose smile they say hath vertue to remove	K
All Loves dislike and friendships faultie guile	G
For ever to assoile	G
Let endlesse Peace your steadfast hearts accord	F
And bless egrave d Plentie wait upon your bord	F
And let your bed with pleasures chast abound	F
That fruitfull issue may to you afford	F
Which may your foes confound	F
And make your joyes redound	F
Upon your Brydale day which is not long	E
Sweete Themmes runne softlie till I end my Song '	-
	-
So ended she and all the rest around	F
To her redoubled that her undersong	E
Which said their brydale daye should not be long	E
And gentle Eccho from the neighbour ground	F
Their accents did resound	F
So forth those joyous Birdes did passe along	E
Adowne the Lee that to them murmurde low	G
As he would speake but that he lackt a tong	E
Yet did by signes his glad affection show	G
Making his streame run slow	G
And all the foule which in his flood did dwell	G
Gan flock about these twaine that did excell	G
The rest so far as Cynthia doth shend	F
The lesser starres So they enrang egrave d well	G
Did on those two attend	F
And their best service lend	F
Against their wedding day which was not long	E
Sweete Themmes runne softly till I end my Song	E
	-
At length they all to mery London came	I
To mery London my most kyndly Nurse	D
That to me gave this Lifes first native sourse	D
Though from another place I take my name	I
An house of auncient fame	I
There when they came whereas those bricky towres	D
The which on Themmes brode ag egrave d backe doe ryde	F
Where now the studious Lawyers have their bowers	D
There whylome wont the Templer Knights to byde	F
Till they decayd through pride	F
Next whereunto there standes a stately place	D
Where oft I gayn egrave d giftes and goodly grace	D
Of that great Lord which therein wont to dwell	G
Whose want too well now feeles my freendles case	D
But ah here fits not well	G
Olde woes but joyes to tell	G
Against the Brydale daye which is not long	E
Sweete Themmes runne softly till I end my Song	E
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Yet therein now doth lodge a noble Peer	A
Great Englands glory and the Worlds wide wonder	A
Whose dreadfull name late through all Spaine did thunder	A
And Hercules two pillors standing neere	A
Did make to quake and feare	A
Faire branch of Honor flower of Chevalrie	A
That fillest England with thy triumphes fame	I
Joy have thou of thy noble victorie	A
And endlesse happinesse of thine owne name	I
That promiseth the same	I
That through thy prowesse and victorious armes	D
Thy country may be freed from forraine harmes	D
And great Elisaes glorious name may ring	E
Through al the world fil'd with thy wide Alarmes	D
Which some brave muse may sing	E
To ages following	E
Upon the Brydale day which is not long	E
Sweete Themmes runne softly till I end my Song	E
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From those high Towers this noble Lord issuing	E
Like Radiant Hesper when his golden hayre	A
In th' Ocean billowes he hath bath egrave d fayre	A
Descended to the Rivers open vewing	E
With a great traine ensuing	E
Above the rest were goodly to bee seene	C
Two gentle Knights of lovely face and feature	A
Beseeming well the bower of anie Queene	C
With gifts of wit and ornaments of nature	A
Fit for so goodly stature	A
That like the twins of Jove they seem'd in sight	F
Which decke the Bauldricke of the Heavens bright	F
They two forth pacing to the Rivers side	F
Received those two faire Brides their Loves delight	F
Which at th' appointed tyde	F
Each one did make his Bryde	F
Against their Brydale day which is not long	E
Sweete Themmes runne softly till I end my Song	E

Edmund Spenser

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