| Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | | | Amoretti and Epithalamion | | Sonnet XXVIII. The laurel-leaf, which you this day do wear | | Edmund Spenser (1552?–1599) |
| | | THE LAUREL-LEAF, which you this day do wear, | |
| Gives me great hope of your relenting mind; | |
| For since it is the badge which I do bear, | |
| Ye, bearing it, do seem to me inclin’d: | |
| The power thereof, which oft in me I find, | 5 |
| Let it likewise your gentle breast inspire | |
| With sweet infusion, and put you in mind | |
| Of that proud maid, whom now those leaves attire,— | |
| Proud Daphne, scorning Phœbus’ lovely fire, | |
| On the Thessalian shore from him did fly: | 10 |
| For which the gods, in their revengeful ire, | |
| Did her transform into a laurel-tree. | |
| Then fly no more, fair Love, from Phœbus’ chase, | |
| But in your breast his leaf and love embrace. | | | | |
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