Under a lawn, than skies more clear,
Some ruffled roses nestling were:
And, snugging there, they seem’d to lie
As in a flowery nunnery:
They blush’d, and look’d more fresh than flowers
Quicken’d of late by pearly showers,
And all because they were possess’d
But of the heat of Julia’s breast:
Which, as a warm and moisten’d spring,
Gave them their ever-flourishing.
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Under a lawn, than skies more clear,
Some ruffled roses nestling were:
And, snugging there, they seem’d to lie
As in a flowery nunnery:
They blush’d, and look’d more fresh than flowers
Quicken’d of late by pearly showers,
And all because they were possess’d
But of the heat of Julia’s breast:
Which, as a warm and moisten’d spring,
Gave them their ever-flourishing.