Fresh shadows, fit to shroud from sunny ray ; 

 Fair Lawns, to take the sun, in season due ; 

 Sweet springs, in which a thousand Nymphs did play ; 

 Soft-rumbling brooks, that gentle slumber drew ; 

 High-reared mounts, the lands about to view ; 

 Low-looking dales, disloigned from common gaze; 

 Delightful bowers, to solace Lovers true." 



EDMUND SPENSER 



