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 The bounteous Godhead, and with wondrous joy Offer'd it Eucharis. She wondrous coy Drew back her hand: the subtle flower did woo it, And drawing it near, mix'd so you could not know it. As two clear tapers mix in one their light, So did the lily and the hand their white: She view'd it; and her view the form bestows Amongst her spirits: for as colour flows From superficies of each thing we see, E'en so with colours forms emitted be: And where Love's form is, Love is; Love is form; He enter'd at the eye, his sacred storm Rose from the hand, Love's sweetest instrument: It stirr'd her blood's sea so, that high it went, And beat in bashful waves 'gainst the white shore Of her divided cheeks; it rag'd the more, Because the tide went 'gainst the haughty wind Of her estate and birth: and as we find, In fainting ebbs, the flowery Zephyr hurls The green hair'd Hellespont, broke in silver curls, 'Gainst Hero's tower: but in his blast's retreat, The waves obeying him, they after beat, Leaving the chalky shore a great way pale, Then moist it freshly with another gale: