William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Elizabethan Verse. 1907.
A Summers DayMichael Drayton (15631631)
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All chequer’d was the sky,
The clouds, like scarfs of cobweb lawn,
Veil’d heaven’s most glorious eye.
—That leisurely it blew—
To make one leaf the next to kiss
That closely by it grew.
Might now be heard at will;
This world the only music made,
Else everything was still.
Look’d as they most desired
To see whose head with orient pearls
Most curiously was tyred.
Such sovereignty assumes,
That it receiv’d too large a share
From Nature’s rich perfumes.