Comming to kisse her lyps, (such grace I found) Me seemd I smelt a gardin of sweet flowres, That dainty odours from them threw around, For damzels fit to decke their lovers bowres. Her lips did smell lyke unto gillyflowers; Her ruddy cheekes lyke unto roses red; Her snowy browes lyke budded bellamoures; Her lovely eyes lyke pincks but newly spred; Her goodly bosome lyke a strawberry bed; Her neck lyke to a bounch of cullambynes; Her brest lyke lillyes, ere theyr leaves be shed; Her nipples lyke young blossomd jessemynes. Such fragrant flowres doe give most odorous smell, But her sweet odour did them all excell. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A BIT OF SKY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON EARLY RISING by JOHN GODFREY SAXE GHOST FLOWERS by ALTA SMITH BOYD NIMROD: 3 by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH THE NIGHT JOURNEY OF A RIVER by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT |