by William Strode (1600? - 1645)

I saw fair Cloris walk alone
Language: English 
I saw fair Cloris walk alone,
Whilst feathered rain came softly down,
And Jove descended from his tower
To court her in a silver shower.
The wanton snow fell on her breast
Like little birds unto their nest;
But overcome with whiteness there,
For grief it thawed into a tear;
Thence falling on her garment's hem,
To deck her, froze into a gem.

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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 10
Word count: 63