Fair Is My Love（1/2）

Edund Spenser

Fair is y love, when her hair golden hairs

With the loose d ye wavg ce to ark;

Fair when the rosered cheeks appears,

Orher eyes the fire of love does spark.

Fair when her breast like a rich den bark,

With precio rdise she forth doth y,

Fair when that cloud of pride, which oft doth dark

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