Esther M. Zimmer Lederberg
William Drummond of Hawthornden Madregall b
Like the Idalian Queene
Her Haire about her Eyne,
With necke and Brests ripe Apples to be seene,
At first Glance of the Morne
In Cyprus Gardens gathering those faire Flowrs
Which of her Bloud were borne,
I saw, but fainting saw, my Paramours.
The Graces naked danc'd about the Place,
The Winds and Trees amaz'd
With Silence on Her gaz'd,
The Flowrs did smile, like those upon her Face,
And as their Aspine Stalkes those Fingers band,
(That Shee might read my Case)
A Hyacinth I wisht mee in her hand.
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