Amour 13
Cleere Ankor, on whose siluer-sanded shore My soule-shrinde Saint, my faire Idea, lyes; O blessed Brooke! whose milk-white Swans adore The christall streame refined by her eyes: Where sweet Myrh-breathing Zephyre in the spring Gently distils his Nectar-dropping showers; Where Nightingales in Arden sit and sing Amongst those dainty dew-empearled flowers. Say thus, fayre Brooke, when thou shall see thy Queene: Loe! heere thy Shepheard spent his wandring yeeres, And in these shades (deer Nimphe) he oft hath been, And heere to thee he sacrifiz'd his teares. Fayre Arden, thou my Tempe art alone, And thou, sweet Ankor, art my Helicon.
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