Thomas D'Urfey


Chloe Divine - Poem by Thomas D'Urfey

CHLOE 's a Nymph in flowery groves,
   A Nereid in the streams;
Saint-like she in the temple moves,
   A woman in my dreams.

Love steals artillery from her eyes,
   The Graces point her charms;
Orpheus is rivall'd in her voice,
   And Venus in her arms.

Never so happily in one
   Did heaven and earth combine:
And yet 'tis flesh and blood alone
   That makes her so divine.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 4, 2003



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