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Come, Flower of Life, and lay thy beauty's rose / Upon the breast that storm and thee divide; / And like true knights whose queen no laggard knows, / Forth gently shall my love-bid fancies ride / To serve thy heart, and bring thy wishes in; / And shuttling rhyme a web shall make thee then / Whilst thou dost gaze, nor thy poor weaver chide.
Sweet wonder lay upon my opening eyes / That showed me in a gracious court of trees / Whose leaves were clouds that caught and lost sunrise, / And fell in mist upon a twirling breeze / That traced the ground and to a river grew, / Casting its tender spray in tinted dew / As curved its silver way with laughing ease.