by Anonymous / Unidentified Author

Come, Phyllis, come into these bowers
Language: English 
Come, Phyllis, come into these bowers:
Here shelter is from sharpest showers,
Cool gales of wind breathe in these shades,
Danger none this place invades;
  Here sit and note the chirping birds
  Pleading my love in silent words.

Come, Phyllis, come, bright heaven’s eye
Cannot upon thy beauty pry;
Glad Echo in distinguished voice
Naming thee will here rejoice;
  Then come and hear her merry lays
  Crowning thy name with lasting praise.


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This text was added to the website: 2014-02-24
Line count: 12
Word count: 72