Chloris in the snow

I saw fair Cloris walk alone,

Whilst feathered rain came softly down,

And Jove descended from his tower

To court her in a silver shower.

The wanton snow fell on her breast

Like little birds unto their nest;

But overcome with whiteness there,

For grief it thawed into a tear;

Thence falling on her garment's hem,

To deck her, froze into a gem.