I SAW fair Chloris walk alone, <br />When feather'd rain came softly down, <br />As Jove descending from his Tower <br />To court her in a silver shower: <br />The wanton snow flew to her breast, <br />Like pretty birds into their nest, <br />But, overcome with whiteness there, <br />For grief it thaw'd into a tear: <br /> Thence falling on her garments' hem, <br /> To deck her, froze into a gem.<br /><br />William Strode<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/chloris-in-the-snow/
