On Chloris Walking in the Snow by William Strode
I saw fair Chloris walk alone, Whilst feather'd rain came softly down, And Jove descended from his tower To court her in a silver shower. The wanton snow flew on her breast Like little birds unto their nest; But overcome with whiteness there, For grief it thaw'd into a tear; Thence falling on her garment's hem, To deck her, froze into a gem.
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