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.
Chloris In The Snow
William Strode
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Poem topics: alone, grief, rain, silver, snow, walk, feather, tower, tear, pretty, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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