Woman

[Image by Anne Lee]

O woman sweet witchingly woman
Amid the worlds bustle & strife
Thourt the only sweet blossom thats blooming
Perfuming the garden of life
Thourt the only pure fountain thats given
From whence all true pleasures doth flow
The angels are unknowns of heaven
But womans real angels below
Our lives woud be lives of vexation

Our days woud be days of despair
Wi out the sweet jems of creation
Soft women to sweeten our care
& powers that formd beauty protect us
If weaknesses cant be conseald
Shoud we view heavens joys as conjectures
& women as heaven reveald
& far be a souls savage natures

That cannot wi tenderness burn
That turns from a look of such creatures
As one from a statue woud turn

When beauty its charms are unsealing
From glances of eyes dewey blue
Devoid must they be of all feeling
That thrills wi no raptures to view
O women sweet witchin[g]ly women

Amid the worlds bustle & strife

Yere the only sweet blossom thats blooming
Perfuming the garden of life
Yere the only pure fountain that[s] given
From whence real happiness flow
While angels are unknowns of heaven
Sweet womens provd angels below

[Note in the MSS: —Tune ‘Away Wi This Pouting’]

Woman, Sweet Witchingly Woman

(Market Drayton: Tern Press, 1993)

This is my 1,000 posting to this blog since July 2004.