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A LADY WEEPING by JUAN PEREZ DE MONTALVAN

First Line: AS WHEN SOME BROOK FLIES FROM ITSELF AWAY
Last Line: MELT INTO JASMINES HERE, THERE INTO ROSES.
Subject(s): TEARS;
As when some brook flies from itself away,
The murmuring crystal loosely runs astray;
And as about the verdant plain it winds,
The meadows with a silver riband binds,
Printing a kiss on every flower she meets,
Losing herself to fill them with new sweets,
To scatter frost upon the lily's 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 wat'ring every flower her cheek discloses,
Melt into jasmines here, there into roses.



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