MADRIGAL - Amy Levy Poems

 
 

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MADRIGAL

My Loue in her Attyre doth shew her witt,
    It doth so well become her:
For eu'ry season she hath dressings fitt,
    For Winter, Spring, and Summer.
No Beautie shee doth misse,
    When all her Robes are on:
But Beauties selfe shee is,
    When all her Robes are gone.