Tixall Poetry/Damon
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XIV.
Damon.
Blushing Aurora lead the way,
Before the monarke of the day,
When wretched Damon had espide
His Phillis by a river side;
And sighing to himselfe he said,
Oh I lovely, yet, oh, cruel I maid;
Since thou delightest to behold
In silver streames thy lockes of gold,
Why dost thou scorn to looke on me,
When from my eyes such streames there be?
Before the monarke of the day,
When wretched Damon had espide
His Phillis by a river side;
And sighing to himselfe he said,
Oh I lovely, yet, oh, cruel I maid;
Since thou delightest to behold
In silver streames thy lockes of gold,
Why dost thou scorn to looke on me,
When from my eyes such streames there be?