“ When in the east she slumbering lies, And stretches out her milky thighs, While all the morning quire does sing, And manna falls and roses spring, And, at thy feet, the wooing doves Sit perfecting their harmless loves. ”
“ When in the east she slumbering lies, And stretches out her milky thighs, While all the morning quire does sing, And manna falls and roses spring, And, at thy feet, the wooing doves Sit perfecting their harmless loves. ”
