English poetry

Poems in English

Poem 92

VPon a day as loue lay sweetly slumbring,
All in his mothers lap:
A gentle Bee with his loud trumpet murm’ring,
About him flew by hap.
Whereof when he was wakened with the noyse,
And saw the beast so small:
Whats this (quoth he) that giues so great a voyce,
That wakens men withall.
In angry wize he flyes about,
And threatens all with corage stout.

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Poem Poem 92 - Edmund Spenser