Mundi et Cordis De Rebus Sempiternis et Temporariis: Carmina. Poems and Sonnets. By Thomas Wade |
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XLIX. THE FROZEN HEART.
What frost o' the world hath thus congeal'd to iceThe once warm love-tide of my Lady's heart,
That now she stands upon decorum nice
And fences her true nature with false art?
Some jealous one hath lied into her ear,
Accusing me of treason and deceit;
And this her coldness is still-born of fear?
Or, haply, my best words sound not so sweet
As when my lips, by hers made eloquent,
Sigh'd May-morn love about her, dew'd with gladness;
For now I live with a less fond intent,
My life by death-thoughts being steep'd in sadness?
Yet do I think that, with one favouring minute,
I could unfrost that heart, and bathe my passion in it!
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