Poem 12
Edmund Spenser
OPen the temple gates vnto my loue, Open them wide that she may enter in, And all the postes adorne as doth behoue, And all the pillours deck with girlands trim, For to recyue this Saynt with honour dew, That commeth in to you, With trembling steps and humble reuerence, She commeth in, before th'almighties vew, Of her ye virgins learne obedience, When so ye come into those holy places, To humble your proud faces Bring her vp to th'high altar that she may, The sacred ceremonies there partake, The which do endlesse matrimony make, And let the roring Organs loudly play; The praises of the Lord in liuely notes, The whiles with hollow throates. The Choristers the ioyous Antheme sing, That al the woods may answere and their eccho ring
