With yellow;
Of that delicious lair:
And as pure her hair,
Unto the same the fellow.
Fearing of harm;
Nature that flower doth arm
From danger:
The touch gives her offence,
But with reverence
Unto herself, a stranger.
With yellow;
Of that delicious lair:
And as pure her hair,
Unto the same the fellow.
Fearing of harm;
Nature that flower doth arm
From danger:
The touch gives her offence,
But with reverence
Unto herself, a stranger.