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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CHILD'S PRAYER [OR, HYMN] by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS EROS by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES THE MOON by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: EDITOR WHEDON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE DEATH OF ADONIS by THEOCRITUS THE TRUANTS by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |