Classic Poem

MONTALVAN

As when some Brook flies from it self away,
The murm'ring Christal loosely runs astray,
And as about the verdant Plain it windes,
The Meadows with a silver ribband bindes,
Printing a kisse on every Flower she meets,
Losing her self to fill them with new sweets,
To scatter frost upon the Lilies Head,
And Scarlet on the Gilliflower to spread;
So melting sorrow, in the fair disguise
Of humid Stars, flow'd from bright Cloris Eyes ,
Which watring every Flower her Cheek discloses,
Melt into Jesmines here there into Roses.