< Scotish Descriptive Poems < Fowler's Poems

FAME.

—Than looking to me round about
Upon the growing grass,
I quickly on the other part
Espied a dame to pass;

And nearer me for to arrive,
Who draws men from their grave,
And from their tomb, though being dead,
In longer life does save:

And look'd how does the morning star
At break of day appear,
And came from east before the sun
Within her purpled sphere;

Who willingly does marrow her,
With all his light and flame:
So in such sort, and all alike,
Approached then the dame.


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