William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Elizabethan Verse. 1907.
Chloris in the SnowAnonymous
I
When feather’d rain came softly down,
As Jove descending from his Tower
To court her in a silver shower:
The wanton snow flew to her breast,
Like pretty birds into their nest,
But, overcome with whiteness there,
For grief it thaw’d into a tear:
Thence falling on her garment’s hem,
To deck her, froze into a gem.