Amoretti I: Happy ye leaves when as those lilly hands BY EDMUND SPENSER Happy ye leaves when as those lilly hands,Which hold my life in their dead doing mightShall handle you and hold in loves soft bands,Lyke captives trembling at the victors sight.And happy lines, on which with starry light,Those lamping eyes will deigne sometimes to … Continue reading Edmund Spenser – Amoretti I (Poem Summary) →