Cold as the breath of winds that blow To silver shot descending snow LUCASTA sight; when she did close The World in frosty chaines! And then a frowne to Rubies frose The blood boyl'd in our veines: Yet cooled not the heat her Sphere Of Beauties, first had kindled there. Then mov'd, and with a suddaine Flame Impatient to melt all againe, Straight from her eyes she lightning hurl'd, And Earth in ashes mournes; The Sun his blaze denies the world, And in her luster burnes: Yet warmed not the hearts, her nice Disdaine had first congeal'd to Ice. And now her teares nor griev'd desire Can quench this raging, pleasing fire; Fate but one way allowes; behold Her smiles Divinity! They fann'd this heat, and thaw'd that cold, So fram'd up a new sky. Thus Earth from flames and Ice repreev'd, E're since hath in her Sun-shine liv'd. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 1 by EZRA POUND IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 1 by ALFRED TENNYSON THE MAGIC MIRROR by HENRY MILLS ALDEN NORTHERN EARTH MOOD by WILLIAM HERVEY ALLEN JR. THE SONG OF THE ILL-BELOVED; TO PAUL LEAUTARD by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE RIDDLE OF GOD by PAUL SOUTHWORTH BLISS TWO QUESTIONS by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE OBSERVATIONS IN THE ART OF ENGLISH POESY: 5. TROCHAIC VERSE: THE FIRST EPIGRAM by THOMAS CAMPION |