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There, in a Meadow, by the RiuersRivers side,
A Flocke of
Nymphes I chaunced to espy,
All louelylovely Daughters of the Flood thereby,
With goodly greenish locks all loose vntydeuntyde,
As each had bene a Bryde,
And each one had a little wicker basket,
Made of fine twigs entrayled curiously,
In which they gathered flowers to fill their flasket:
And with fine Fingers, cropt full feateously
The tender stalkes on hye.
Of eueryevery sort, which in that Meadow grew,
They gathered some; the Violet pallid blew,
The little Dazie, that at euening closes,
The virgin Lillie, and the Primrose trew,
With store of vermeil Roses,
To decke their Bridegromes posies,
Against the Brydale day, which was not long:
Sweete
Themmes runne softly, till I end my Song.