On a Lady Throwing Snow-Balls at Her Lover
[From the Latin of Petronious Ascanius.]
When, wanton fair, the snowy orb you throw,
I feel a fire before unknown in snow.
E'en coldest snow I find has pow’r to warm
My breast, when flung by Julia's lovely arm.
T’elude love’s pow’rful arts I strive in vain,
If ice and snow can latent fires contain.
These frolics leave: the force of beauty prove,
With equal passion cool my ardent love.
Christopher Smart
(1722-1271)
Sorry - Christopher Smart didn’t die in 1271. He died in 1771. LOL!
At Dawn I Submit
I bow before the morn in humble silence sweet
to await the coming of my Lord’s dawn fleet
To glimpse His precious gift of light and life
a promise of uplifting, above the common strife
The soft echo of His touch, as sun upon my cheek
leaves me burden free, as strife is turned so meek
A silent prayer, to mark the moment as praise due
my heart is surrendered, and my soul becomes His too
Good morning one and all!