I burn in the blistering heat of the tropic noon Remembering the snow that drifted down Silently to fill my heart and chill My very bones; snow that covered the brown
Death of that which I so fiercely love. I woke to newness and a strange delight, Wrapped in warmth I raced to touch and mould The soft white flakes until approaching night
Closed the skies on childhood's happy hours And feet and fingers stiff and red with cold Led me back into the fireside And a tinselled tree with ornaments of gold.
Far now from me those carefree sparkling days, Ice crystals hanging from the eaves A crust of diamond glass upon the trees And in the fields the solemn snow-brushed sheaves,
The sun so bright, refracted brilliances Seemed to blind the eyes in coloured rays. And now a torrid friend bears down on me Its bounty as my soul is set ablaze.
Poems Undated (1727)
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