"Thou Glorious Rivall of the Sky, Why in Night's bed dost thou still lye? Lift up thy head, thou queen of flow'rs, Gay daughter of celestial pow'rs! Now no wat'rish clouds appear, Gentle zephyrs calm the air; Now the Western Gales do play, And the Northern Blasts allay. Arise! But ask not whose bright Face, Or Hair thy native Beam may grace; The Lewd, Lascivious, and Prophane May glory from thy Beauties gain, Thou sacred Trophy of chaste Love, Thou Wealth of Vertue fixt Above! Forbour the vulgar heads t'adorn, For Shrines and Altars Thou art born; The Blessed Virgin's Hair, now unconfin'd, Which sports with easy soft obsequious Wind, Thy gay Perfumes, and youthful Leaves shall bind."
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Translating Casimirus, Lyricorum, Book IV, Ode 18, Ad Rosam — MS. Rawl. poet. 94, fols. 57–59
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John Chatwin
(c. 1667 – after 1685) was an English poet of the Restoration. Although only one of Chatwin's poems was published in his lifetime, over two hundred pages of verse in his hand survive in manuscript, including translations of two poems from the of Kazimierz and a version of in rhyming couplets, both in MS. Rawl. poet. 94 in the Bodleian. The Bodleian volume was written in about 1682–5 and includes a selection of original poems and translations.
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