A Vision upon the Fairy Queen

Me thought I saw the graue where Laura lay, Within that Temple, where the vestall flame Was wont to burne; and passing by that way, To see that buried dust of liuing fame, Whose tombe faire loue and fairer vertue kept; All suddeinly I saw the Faery Queene: At whose approch the soule of Petrarke wept; And from thenceforth, those graces were not seene, For they this Queene attended: in whose steed Obliuion laid him downe on Lauras herse: Hereat the hardest stones were seene to bleed, And grones of buried ghostes the heuens did perse, Where Homers spright did tremble all for griefe, And curst th' accesse of that celestiall theife.