Her presence make d roses red..
My lady's presence make the roses red
Because to see her lips they blush for shame
The lily's leaves, for envy, pale became
And her white hands in them this envy bred
The marigold the leaves abroad doth spread
Because the sun's and her power is the same
The violet of purple colour same
Dyed in the blood she made my heart to shed
In brief : all flowers from her, their virtue take
From her sweet breath their sweet smells do proceed;
The living heat which her eyebeams doth make
Warmeth the ground and quickeneth the seed
The rain, wherewith she watereth the flowers
Falls from mine eyes which she dissolves in showers
-Henry Constable-
September 15, 2006
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