Chloris in the Snow
I saw fair Chloris walk alone,
When feather'd rain came softly down,
As Jove descending from his Tower
To court her in a silver shower:
The wanton snow flew to her breast,
Like pretty birds into their nest,
But, overcome with whiteness there,
For grief it thaw'd into a tear:
Thence falling on her garments' hem,
To deck her, froze into a gem.
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William Strode (1600-1645)
from the Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250-1900, 1900
[Poem is in the public domain worldwide]
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