Scotish Descriptive Poems/Fowler's Poems/Fame
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.