Poem by Christopher Smart

On A Lady Throwing Snow-Balls At Her Lover

From the Latin of Petronious Ascanius.

When, wanton fair, the snowy orb you throw,
I feel a fire before unknown in snow.
E'en coldest snow I find has pow'r to warm
My breast, when flung by Julia's lovely arm.
T'elude love's pow'rful arts I strive in vain,
If ice and snow can latent fires contain.
These frolics leave: the force of beauty prove,
With equal passion cool my ardent love. 

1. Psalm 114
2. Psalm 23
3. On My Wife's Birth-Day
4. Where's the Poker?
5. Epistle to Mrs. Tyler

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