In purest white arrayed;
Just as when innocence combines
To from the virtuous maid.
Fair emblem of meek innocence
Sweet modest flower with thee,
My Chloe's matchless excellence
Exactly does agree.
And O how charming is her face
Just like the snowdrop flower,
It gives to every downcast grace
In love, a double power.
Though every way she darts her eye
Does kindling flames inspire,
But when here downcast glances flye
They set my soul on fire.
No comments:
Post a Comment