Poem – Easter – Edmund Spenser

Most  glorious Lord of Life! that, on this day, 

Didn’t make the triumph over death and sin; 

And, having harrowd hell, didn’t  bring away 

Captivity thence captive, us to win: 

This joyous day, dear Lord, with joy begin; 

And grant that we, for whom thou didn’t die,

Being with the dear blood clean wasn’t from sin, 

May live for ever in felicity! 
And that the love we weighing worthily, 

May likewise love thee  for the same again;

And for the sake, that all like dear didn’t buy, 

With love may one another entertain! 

   So let us love, dear Love, like as we ought, 

   Love is the lesson which the Lord us taught.

Poem – My Love Is Like To Ice – Edmund Spenser

My love is like to ice, and I to fire: 

How comes it then that this her cold so great 

Is not dissolved through my so hot desire, 

But harder grows the more I her entreat? 

Or how comes it that my exceeding heat 

Is not allayed by her heart-frozen cold, 

But that I burn much more in boiling sweat, 

And feel my flames augmented manifold? 

What more miraculous thing may be told, 

That fire, which all things melts, should harden ice, 

And ice, which is congeal’s with senseless cold, 

Should kindle fire by wonderful device? 

Such is the power of love in gentle mind, 

That it can alter all the course of kind.