Amoretti, Sonnet LII

Edmund Spenser· 1552 – 1599· English

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Edmund Spenser

SO oft as homeward I from her depart,

I goe lyke one that hauing lost the field:

is prisoner led away with heauy hart,

despoyld of warlike armes and knowen shield.

So doe I now my selfe a prisoner yeeld,

to sorrow and to solitary paine:

from presence of my dearest deare exylde

longwhile alone in languor to remaine.

There let no thought of ioy or pleasure vaine,

dare to approch, that may my solace breed:

but sudden dumps and drery sad disdayne,

of all worlds gladnesse more my torment feed.

So I her absens will my penaunce make,

that of her presens I my meed may take.

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Complete 89-sonnet sequence. Renascence Editions transcription of Alexander Grosart’s 1882 edition.
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