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How Lilies Came White

by Robert Herrick, 1648

White though ye be, yet, lilies, know,
From the first ye were not so;
  But I’ll tell ye
  What befell ye:
Cupid and his mother lay
In a cloud, while both did play,
He with his pretty finger press’d
The ruby niplet of her breast;
Out of which the cream of light,
  Like to a dew,
  Fell down on you
And made ye white.

Published in Hesperides

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