Retourne agayne my forces late dismayd,
Unto the siege by you abandon'd quite;
great shame it is to leave like one afrayd,
so fayre a peece for one repulse so light.
Gaynst such strong castles needeth greater might
then those small forts which ye were wont belay;
such haughty mynds enur'd to hardy fight,
disdayne to yield unto the first assay.
Bring therefore all the forces that ye may,
and lay incessant battery to her heart;
playnts, prayers, vowes, ruth, sorrow, and dismay,
those engins can the proudest love convert.
And if those fayle fall downe and dy before her,
so dying live, and living do adore her.
Other Edmund Spenser songs:
all Edmund Spenser songs all songs from 1595