“Fall on me like a silent dew,
Or like those maiden showers
Which, by the peep of day, do strew
A baptism o’er the flowers.”

—  Robert Herrick , book Hesperides

"To Music, to becalm his Fever".
Hesperides (1648)

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17th-century English poet and cleric 1591–1674

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