See, whilst Thou weep'st, fair Cloe, see <br />The World in Sympathy with Thee. <br />The chearful Birds no longer sing, <br />Each drops his Head, and hangs his Wing. <br />The Clouds have bent their Bosom lower, <br />And shed their Sorrows in a Show'r. <br />The Brooks beyond their Limits flow; <br />And louder Murmurs speak their Woe. <br />The Nymphs and Swains adopt Thy Cares: <br />They heave Thy Sighs, and weep Thy Tears. <br />Fantastic Nymph! that Grief should move <br />Thy Heart, obdurate against Love. <br />Strange Tears! whose Pow'r can soften All, <br />But That dear Breast on which they fall.<br /><br />Matthew Prior<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-chloe-weeping/
