On Chloris Walking in the Snow

I saw fair Chloris walk alone,Whilst feather'd rain came softly down,And Jove descended from his towerTo court her in a silver shower.The wanton snow flew on her breastLike little birds unto 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.