Contemplations

Thou as a Bridegroom from thy Chamber rushes

And as a strong man joys to run a race.

The morn doth usher thee with smiles and blushes.

The Earth reflects her glances in thy face.

Birds, insects, Animals with Vegative,

Thy heat from death and dullness doth revive:

And in the darksome womb of fruitful nature dive.