Amoretti: Sonnet 63 Edmund Spenser
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After long stormes and tempests sad assay,
Which hardly I endured heretofore:
in dread of death and daungerous dismay,
with which my silly barke was tossed sore,
I doe at length descry the happy shore,
in which I hope ere long for to arryve,
fayre soyle it seemes from far and fraught with store
of all that deare and daynty is alyve.
Most happy he that can at last atchyve,
the joyous safety of so sweet a rest:
whose least delight sufficeth to deprive
remembrance of all paines which him opprest.
All paines are nothing in respect of this,
all sorrowes short that gaine eternall blisse.
Which hardly I endured heretofore:
in dread of death and daungerous dismay,
with which my silly barke was tossed sore,
I doe at length descry the happy shore,
in which I hope ere long for to arryve,
fayre soyle it seemes from far and fraught with store
of all that deare and daynty is alyve.
Most happy he that can at last atchyve,
the joyous safety of so sweet a rest:
whose least delight sufficeth to deprive
remembrance of all paines which him opprest.
All paines are nothing in respect of this,
all sorrowes short that gaine eternall blisse.
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