"As some tall Pine..." —

Boabdel to Almahide.
As some fair tulip, by a storm opprest,
Shrinks up, and folds its silken arms to rest;
And, bending to the blast, all pale and dead,
Hears from within, the wind sing round its head:
So, shrowded up your beauty disappears;
Unvail my Love; and lay aside your fears.

John Dryden, The Conquest of Granada. Part. I., Act. v., p.61. Ed. 1672. (Vgl. Arber, p. 56.)