White as her hand fair Julia threw
A ball of silver snow,
The frozen globe fir'd as it flew,
My bosom felt it glow.

Strange pow'r of love! whose great command
Can thus a snow-ball arm;
When sent, fair Julia, from thine hand,
Ev'n ice itself can warm.

How shou'd we then secure our hearts?
Love's pow'r we all must feel,
Who thus can, by strange magick arts,
In ice his flames conceal.

'Tis thou alone, fair Julia, know,
Canst quench my fierce desire,
But not with water, ice, nor snow,
But with an equal fire.