Chloe Divine
1653-1723
CHLOE 's a Nymph in flowery groves,
A Nereid in the streams;
Saint-like she in the temple moves,
A woman in my dreams.
Love steals artillery from her eyes,
The Graces point her charms;
Orpheus is rivall'd in her voice,
And Venus in her arms.
Never so happily in one
Did heaven and earth combine:
And yet 'tis flesh and blood alone
That makes her so divine.
DayPoems Poem No. 387
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