 | The poems of William Habington |  |
upon Castaries and her sisters goinge Afoote in the Snow
The Heauens knowinge that the tedious wayDid rauish ease from fayre Castara: lay
Their sentence on the Earth, and thinke it meete
It should doe pennance in a snow-white sheete
As it hath done this morninge: for the last
Enameld at your sights did sparkles cast
Like hardest diamonds, and were proud to bee
A pauement for your brightest eyes to see.
This is my feare, least like faire phoebus Rays
Your eyes might melt the snow, and make wett ways.
| The poems of William Habington | |