Comming to kisse her lyps, (such grace I found) Me seemd I smelt a gardin of sweet flowres, That dainty odours from them threw around, For damzels fit to decke their lovers bowres. Her lips did smell lyke unto gillyflowers; Her ruddy cheekes lyke unto roses red; Her snowy browes lyke budded bellamoures; Her lovely eyes lyke pincks but newly spred; Her goodly bosome lyke a strawberry bed; Her neck lyke to a bounch of cullambynes; Her brest lyke lillyes, ere theyr leaves be shed; Her nipples lyke young blossomd jessemynes. Such fragrant flowres doe give most odorous smell, But her sweet odour did them all excell. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO ANTHEA [WHO MAY COMMAND HIM ANYTHING] by ROBERT HERRICK ON THE LIGHTHOUSE AT ANTIBES by MATHILDE BLIND SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 16 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING EXTEMPORE, ON MR. WILLIAM SMELLIE by ROBERT BURNS ODE ON ASTRONOMY; WRITTEN FOR THE PRIZE AT CAMBRIDGE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE SPRING; WRITTEN WHILE A PRISONER IN ENGLAND by CHARLES D'ORLEANS |