The Shower I
AS so ; I saw thy birth
That drowsy lake From her faint bosom breath'd thee, the disease Of her sick waters and infectious ease
But now at even, Too gross for heaven,
Thou fall'st in tears, and weep'st for thy mistake...
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AS so ; I saw thy birth
That drowsy lake From her faint bosom breath'd thee, the disease Of her sick waters and infectious ease
But now at even, Too gross for heaven,
Thou fall'st in tears, and weep'st for thy mistake...
Love in a shower of blossoms
Down, and half drown'd me with the same;
The blooms that fell were white and red;
But with such sweets commingled,