VERSES LAIN UPON MY SOV’RAN’S FEET By Abdias DeMarin To women - TopicsExpress



          

VERSES LAIN UPON MY SOV’RAN’S FEET By Abdias DeMarin To women who love words this world owes its wheel, Thou Patroness of happiness with modestie conceal Thy virtues sung, by seraph brung, That woest wounds will heal. The undeserving grace Thy majestie bestoweth The colour in a face Trangression never knoweth. Bright Miracle! When pain demands surrender Sight’s oracle; Whose prophecies engender Nights lyrical; the song her lips will tender, The right her light will lend her, The missive might will send her, If not, the rosy prose of a pretender. Never seen was such disaster, When she wooed the poetaster! Thou redeemer! Usurper of religions! Parting seas, morals flee like flocks of pigeons, Christ I see not, yet thy touch I attest, A child I rest confessed upon thy breast! youtu.be/kxhpNRZZ7vs
Posted on: Tue, 06 Aug 2013 03:10:26 +0000

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