Amoretti: Sonnet 73 Edmund Spenser
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Being my selfe captyved here in care,
My hart, whom none with servile bands can tye
but the fayre tresses of your golden hayre,
breaking his prison forth to you doth fly.
Lyke as a byrd that in ones hand doth spy
desired food, to it doth make his flight:
even so my hart, that wont on your fayre eye
to feed his fill, flyes backe unto your sight.
Doe you him take, and in your bosome bright
gently encage, that he may be your thrall:
perhaps he there may learne with rare delight,
to sing your name and prayses over all.
That it hereafter may you not repent,
him lodging in your bosome to have lent.
My hart, whom none with servile bands can tye
but the fayre tresses of your golden hayre,
breaking his prison forth to you doth fly.
Lyke as a byrd that in ones hand doth spy
desired food, to it doth make his flight:
even so my hart, that wont on your fayre eye
to feed his fill, flyes backe unto your sight.
Doe you him take, and in your bosome bright
gently encage, that he may be your thrall:
perhaps he there may learne with rare delight,
to sing your name and prayses over all.
That it hereafter may you not repent,
him lodging in your bosome to have lent.
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