I saw fair Chloris walk alone, <br />Whilst feather'd rain came softly down, <br />And Jove descended from his tower <br />To court her in a silver shower. <br />The wanton snow flew on her breast <br />Like little birds unto their nest; <br />But overcome with whiteness there, <br />For grief it thaw'd into a tear; <br />Thence falling on her garment's hem, <br />To deck her, froze into a gem.<br /><br />Sir William Strode<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-chloris-walking-in-the-snow/
