Almost an Imitation of Spenser

Where I my true love see—where was that place?—

the leafy bed where we were wont to lie.
Nor ever needed any chase,
and a bright sparkling coulie ran nearby
in which we two did bathe refreshingly.
The arrow we released from our drawn bow
climbed higher than the tops of tallest trees.
We slept. Our breaths were coming soft and slow!
We thought, “We have discovered nature’s flaw,
the wondrous animal that we can’t see—
a lion with a wounded paw,
a lovely deer bound to a tree.”
Something first made me stop and notice you.—
It was the sunlight feasting on the dew.