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MADRIGAL: 3 by WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN

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First Line: LIKE THE IDALIAN QUEEN
Last Line: A HYACINTH I WISHED ME IN HER HAND.
LIKE the Idalian Queen,
Her hair about her eyne
With neek and breast's ripe apples to be seen,
At first glance of the morn,
In Cyprus' gardens gathering those fair flowers
Which of her blood were born,
I saw, but fainting saw, my paramours.
The Graces naked danced about the place,
The winds and trees amazed
With silence on her gazed;
The flowers did smile like those upon her face,
And as their aspen stalks those fingers band,
That she might read my case,
A hyacinth I wished me in her hand.



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