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Edmund Spenser - The Faerie Qveene
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Me thought I saw the grave where she lay 

Within that Temple, where the vestal flame 

Was won`t to burne, and passing by that way. 

To see that buried dust of living fame, 

Whose tomb faire love, and fairer vertue kept,

 All suddenly I saw the Faerie Qveene:

 At whose approach the soul of Petrarke wept, 

And from thenceforth those graces were not seen.

 For they this Qveene attended, in whose steed 

Obliuion laid him down on her herse: 

Here at the hardest stones were seen to bleed, 

And groans of buried ghosts the heruens did perse.

 Where he spright did tremble all for grief. 

And curst th`accesse of that celestial thief
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