The stem thus threatend, and the sap in thee, Droop all the branches of that noble tree! As lilies overcharged with rain, they bend Their beauteous heads, and with high heaven contend. Waller.To my Lord Admiral.
She lingerd in silent despair, till that hour Which gave her young son to the light, But the parent stem droopd with the weight of the flower, And griefs canker-worm, with its slow working power, Untimely consigned her to night. Maria Riddell.Carlos and Adeline, Verse 13. (Metrical Miscellany.)