Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, HER MUFF, by RICHARD LOVELACE


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First Line: Twas not for some calm blessing to receive
Last Line: But still contemplate must the hidden muff.
Subject(s): Gloves; Mittens; Muffs


'TWAS not for some calm blessing to receive,
Thou didst thy polish'd hands in shagg'd furs weave;
It were no blessing thus obtain'd;
Thou rather wouldst a curse have gain'd,
Than let thy warm driven snow be ever stain'd.

Not that you feared the discolouring cold
Might alchemize their silver into gold;
Nor could your ten white nuns so sin
That you should thus penance them in,
Each in her coarse hair smock of discipline.

Nor hero-like, who on their crest still wore
A lion, panther, leopard, or a boar,
To look their enemies in their hearse;
Thou wouldst thy hand should deeper pierce,
And, in its softness rough, appear more fierce.

No, no, Lucasta, destiny decreed
That beasts to thee a sacrifice should bleed,
And strip themselves to make you gay;
For ne'er yet herald did display
A coat where sables upon ermine lay.

This for lay-lovers, that must stand at door,
Salute the threshold, and admire no more:
But I, in my invention tough,
Rate not this outward bliss enough,
But still contemplate must the hidden muff.





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