By a daisy whose leaves spread Shut when Titan goes to bed ; Or a shady bush or tree, She could more infuse in me, Than all Nature's beauties can, In some other wiser man.
The uncompleted edition of Wither's poems, ed. by J.M. Gutch. 4 vols - Sida 166
efter George Wither - 1622
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