William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Elizabethan Verse. 1907.
Helens EpithalamiumSir Edward Dyer (15431607)
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When sacred night is past and winter now lets loose the spring,
So glittering Helen showed among the maids, lusty and tall,
As is the furrow in a field that far outstretcheth all,
Or in a garden is a Cypress tree, or in a trace
A steed of Thessaly, so she to Sparta was a grace,
No damsel with such works as she her baskets used to fill,
Nor in diverse coloured web a woof of greater skill
Doth cut from off the loom: nor hath such songs and lays
Unto her dainty harp, in Dian’s and Minerva’s praise,
As Helen hath, in whose bright eyes all Loves and Graces be.
O fair, O lovely maid, a matron now is made of thee;
But we will every spring unto the leaves in meadows go
To gather garlands sweet, and there not with a little woe,
Will often think of thee, O Helen, as the suckling lambs
Desire the strouting bags and presence of their tender dams;
We all betimes for thee a wreath of Melitoe will knit,
And on a shady plane for thee will safely fasten it,
And all betimes for thee, under a shady plane below,
Out of a silver box the sweetest ointment will bestow,
And letters shall be written in the bark that men may see
And read, Do humble reverence, for I am Helen’s tree.