Richard Lovelace

Lucasta’s World Epode

I.
Cold as the breath of winds that blow
To silver shot descending snow,
 Lucasta sigh’t; 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.
 
                   II.
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.
 
                   III.
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.
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