Classic Poem

See faire Splendora what a lovely bed
Of candid snow the courteous heavens have spread
O're Earths congealed face, to entertaine
Th' Impression of thy feet, the downy Raine
O'recome with' whitenes of thy purer foote
Melts into teares: the beames of Phaebus shoote
A warmth into it, least its pierceing cold
Offend thy softer skin: so being controll'd
By Sols obsequious glances, it implies
A contradiction (warme snow) such as lyes
Within the curious Iland of thy palme
Softer then bruised spices, sweet as balme [.]
Stand then but still, & here will seeme to grow
A stately Cedar on a bed of snow.
Should rare Apelles see thee walke, his Ghost
Would leave Elizium & review o' coast
By whom as in a Landskip might be drawne
A Goddesse walkeing on a sheet of Lawne [.]
Observe Splendora how each amorous flaque
Hovers about thy bosome: how they'le make
By their mild confluence a pure milky way
To run through the sleeke valley w ch doth lay
Betweene the two round hillockes, thy soft breasts
Whose native colours purity contests
With snow in whitenes, & excells, for marke
How being compar'd with thine it waxes darke
And changes colour: being asham'd to lye
On earth so low & yet so neare the sky
But banisht thence with whitenes, melts w th greife
Into a falling teare & seekes releife
Within the closure of thy garments hemme
Where it to decke thee freezes to a Gemme.