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<Author>Daniel, Samuel</Author>
<Title>The Complaint of Rosamond</Title>
<Edition>Poems and A Defence of Ryme. Arthur Colby Sprague, ed. Chicago and London: The University of Chicago Press, 1965</Edition>
<Date>1591</Date>
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<l>An Ode</l>
<l>Nowe each creature ioyes the other,</l>
<l>Passing happy daies and howers:</l>
<l>One byrd reports unto another,</l>
<l>In the fall of silver showers,</l>
<l>Whilst the earth our common mother,</l>
<l>Hath her bosome deckt with flowers.</l>
<l>Whilst the greatest torch of heaven,</l>
<l>With bright rayes warmes <i>Floras</i> lappe:</l>
<l>Making nights and dayes both even,</l>
<l n=10> Cheering plants with fresher sappe:</l>
<l>My field of flowers quite be-reaven,</l>
<l>Wants refresh of better happe.</l>
<l>Eccho daughter of the ayre,</l>
<l>Babbling gheste of Rocks and Hills,</l>
<l>Knowes the name of my fearce Fayre,</l>
<l>And soundes the accents of my ills:</l> . . .
