Scotish Descriptive Poems/Fowler's Poems/Fame

by William Fowler

FAME.

—Than looking to me round about
 Upon the growing grass,
I quickly on the other part
 Espied a dame to pass;

And nearer me for to arrive,
 Who draws men from their grave,
And from their tomb, though being dead,
 In longer life does save:

And look'd how does the morning star
 At break of day appear,
And came from east before the sun
 Within her purpled sphere;

Who willingly does marrow her,
 With all his light and flame:
So in such sort, and all alike,
 Approached then the dame.

 

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