Edmund Spenser - Sonnet LXVII

Edmund Spenser - Sonnet LXVII

Lyke as a huntsman after weary chace, br Seeing the game from him escapt away: br sits downe to rest him in some shady place, br with panting hounds beguiled of their pray. br So after long pursuit and vaine assay, br when I all weary had the chace forsooke, br the gentle deare returnd the selfe-same way, br thinking to quench her thirst at the next brooke. br There she beholding me with mylder looke, br sought not to fly, but fearelesse still did bide: br till I in hand her yet halfe trembling tooke, br and with her owne goodwill hir fyrmely tyde. br Strange thing me seemed to see a beast so wyld, br so goodly wonne with her owne will beguyld.


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