What dire steadfast from love causes sprigs,
This verse to Brian!
It is due:
Even God himself may vouchsafe to view.
Slight is the subject,
But not the praise,
That he inspire to stealing my virginal haze.
Say what strange motive,
A well-bred man to attract this shy belle?
What stranger cause,
Could make this virgin not reject,
In his tasks so bold,
And I still did so engage,
And in soft news dwells such our wonderful love rage.
So I through white curtains shot timorous ray,
And opened were my eyes that most eclipse day.
Moments within was created a gift of nine months shake,
But now sleepless lovers,
Bound were two hearts;
A baby came to ground,
And we pressed together to hear the joyous sound.
By soft transition,
From earthly vehicles to life’s new air