Guest poem submitted by Nick Blackburn:
(Poem #1058) A Song of a Young Lady to Her Ancient Lover
Ancient Person, for whom I All the flattering youth defy, Long be it e'er thou grow old, Aching, shaking, crazy cold; But still continue as thou art, Ancient Person of my heart. On thy withered lips and dry, Which like barren furrows lie, Brooding kisses I will pour, Shall thy youthful heart restore, Such kind show'rs in autumn fall, And a second spring recall; Nor from thee will ever part, Ancient Person of my heart. Thy nobler parts, which but to name In our sex would be counted shame, By ages frozen grasp possest, From their ice shall be released, And, soothed by my reviving hand, In former warmth and vigour stand. All a lover's wish can reach, For thy joy my love shall teach; And for thy pleasure shall improve All that art can add to love. Yet still I love thee without art, Ancient Person of my heart.
A fine poem from from my second best source (it's not the Minstrels, so it must be the BBC's Something Understood). A fine compliment to Shakespeare's sonnet CXXX ("My Mistress' Eyes are Nothing Like the Sun") and extremely rude. Nick. [Minstrels Links] Just the one Wilmot poem so far: Poem #669, Epigram on Charles II -- John Wilmot Here's old Bill Shakespeare: Poem #16, Full Fathom Five Poem #44, My Mistress' Eyes are Nothing Like the Sun (Sonnets CXXX) Poem #48, Pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth Poem #71, Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer's Day? (Sonnets XVIII) Poem #126, Our revels now are ended Poem #200, Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks Poem #219, Full many a glorious morning have I seen (Sonnets XXXIII) Poem #229, To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow Poem #243, When that I was and a little tiny boy Poem #312, Where the bee sucks Poem #363, Let me not to the marriage of true minds (Sonnet CXVI) Poem #413, Admired Miranda! Poem #477, Fear no more the heat o' the sun Poem #570, Come, Night; Come, Romeo Poem #611, Winter Poem #808, Not From The Stars Do I My Judgment Pluck (Sonnets XIV) Poem #943, So is it not with me as with that Muse (Sonnets XXI)