Spring Bereaved III
Alexis, here she stayd; among these pines, Sweet hermitress, she did alone repair; Here did she spread the treasure of her hair, More rich than that brought from the Colchian mines. She set her by these muskd eglantines, The happy place the print seems yet to bear: Her voice did sweeten here thy sugard lines, To which winds, trees, beasts, birds, did lend their ear. Me here she first perceived, and here a morn Of bright carnations did oerspread her face; Here did she sigh, here first my hopes were born, And I first got a pledge of promised grace: But ah! what served it to be happy so? Sith passd pleasures double but new woe?
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