To Idera, Writing her Name in Snow, which melting to Water, froze, and soon after thaw'd

YOur Name on fallen Snow I seal'd;
The melting drops to Ice congeal'd:
In Crystal Prints the Letters shine,
And their material white refine.
Here daily, hourly as I pass
By this heavenly Looking-glass,
I see the picture of my Face,
And the reflecting Name embrace.
But as by Images of Wax
The Witch a real Body racks;
So as my Heart within consumes,
Ice Snow, Snow Water, reassumes.
My Flames do all your Cold withdraw,
Till we resolve on better Law,
That you shall never freeze, to thaw.
For thus well arm'd, you can defie
A thousand Deaths at once let flie,
Laugh to see Duserastes die.
With your Temptations, millions strong,
To do me right, you do me wrong.
Nay—ev'n with Chymical Experiments entice:
Your very Name can make a Burning-glass of Ice.