ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF A FAIR INFANT.
Picture XLIV.
Winter carrying off a Maid.
O fairest flow'r, no sooner blown but blasted!
Soft silken primrose, fading timelessly!
Summer's chief honour, if thou hadst out-lasted
Bleak Winter's force that made thy blossom dry;
For he, being amorous, on that lovely dye
That did thy cheek envermeil, thought to kiss;
But kill'd, alas! and then bewail'd his fatal bliss.