If e'er the spring of life refloat her face,
All thunder and thaw will glacier olden.
Afresh at lucid smile then may I glance,
With dreams remote, and bright calling harken.
Before these beauties would God's carriage cease,
Thence never die will their kind, nor decay.
Like ice all have shrunk into shades and freeze,
Till again they shall blossom as buds in May.