 | A Margarite of America |  |
[O shadie vales, O faire inriched meades]
O shadie vales, O faire inriched meades,
O sacred woodes, sweete fields, and rising mountaines,
O painted flowers, greene herbes, where Flora treads,
Refresht by wanton windes, and watrie fountaines.
O sacred woodes, sweete fields, and rising mountaines,
O painted flowers, greene herbes, where Flora treads,
Refresht by wanton windes, and watrie fountaines.
O all you winged queristers of woode,
That piercht aloft your former paines report,
And strait againe recount with pleasant moode,
Your present ioyes in sweete and seemely sort.
That piercht aloft your former paines report,
And strait againe recount with pleasant moode,
Your present ioyes in sweete and seemely sort.
O all you creatures, whosoeuer thriue.
On mother earth, in seas, by aire or fire:
More blest are you, then I here vnder sunne,
Loue dies in me, when as he doth reuiue
In you; I perish vnder beauties ire,
Where after stormes, windes, frosts, your life is wonne.
On mother earth, in seas, by aire or fire:
Loue dies in me, when as he doth reuiue
In you; I perish vnder beauties ire,
Where after stormes, windes, frosts, your life is wonne.
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