Scotish Descriptive Poems/Fowler's Poems/The Shade of Laura
THE SHADE OF LAURA.
When that the sweet and summer frost Was sparpled by the air, And while Aurora did begin Again to earth repair,
That does despoil and take away, Even by her wholesome streams, The coverture and mantle broad Of false confused dreams:
Even at that time, a lady fair Did to my sight appear, Resembling right in every point The season of the year.
She was bedecked with precious pearl And crowned with orient stones; Yea, crowned she was with thousand crowns Of jewels braw, at once.
Who moving softly in herself, She towards me did walk, And lovingly beside my side Did set her down to talk.
And stretching out her pleasant hand, That hand so long desired, She sighing, speaking, yield it forth, And me to speak required—