MADRIGAL
by: William Drummond (1585-1649)
- IKE the Idalian queen,
- Her hair about her eyne,
- With neck and breast's ripe apples to be seen,
- At first glance of the morn
- In Cyprus' gardens gathering those fair flow'rs
- Which of her blood were born,
- I saw, but fainting saw, my paramours.
- The Graces naked danced about the place,
- The winds and trees amazed
- With silence on her gazed,
- The flowers did smile, like those upon her face;
- And as their aspen stalks those fingers band,
- That she might read my case,
- A hyacinth I wish'd me in her hand.
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