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