William Strode

(1602 - 1644 / England)

On Chloris Walking In The Snow - Poem 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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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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