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 />William Strode<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-chloris-walking-in-the-snow-2/
