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[Denon, Dominique Vivant, Baron].
The voluptuous night: or,
The non plus ultra of pleasure. By Mary Wilson, spinster. London,
printed by Sarah Brown, 1830 [i.e. c. 1890]. pp. 95.
THE FROZEN LIMB
'Twas a cold frosty night, when her father lay sleeping
I tapped at the window where Mary was laid.
By the light of her taper I plainly could see her.
"Who's that at the window?" she fearfully said.
"'Tis I, dearest Mary, both tired and weary,
I am stiff with the cold, and wet to the skin.
So I pray you take pity and kindly admit me."
At last she consented. I climbed and stole in.
In bed very quickly my arms did enfold her,
And, tenderly pressing each beautiful charm,
She said I deceived her and falsely had told her
My limbs were stiff yet she felt them quite warm.
"Oh! no, dearest Mary I did not deceive you,
I've a limb that is frozen so stiff, dearest maid,
That if you don't lend me your aid to remove it
I will not be better this night I'm afraid."
She would not believe what I said till she felt it.
Then, eager to ease the sensation I love,
She offered her own warm bath to melt it,
Which no one, she told me, had bathed in before.
Oh! the warm bath of Mary, so soft and so hairy;
So delightfully pleasant the entrance lay
That I'd scarcely been in it much more than a minute
When I felt all the stiffness dissolving away.
"Oh Lubin, dear Lubin, you did not deceive me,
For I feel it now melting so quickly, oh, dear!
That Lubin, dear Lubin, you really must leave me,
Or I'll die with delight if you longer stop here.
Though the night is so cold and the storm is so dreary,
Yet heed not the snow, the storm, or the rain.
But if that cold breeze should again your limb freeze
Come back to me quickly and melt it again".
"Oh! Mary, these beautiful lips that I'm kissing
Have more charm for me than the world can bestow,
And this delicate hand that I'm so ardently pressing
Can soon freeze the limb that we melted just now?"She eagerly seized it and tenderly squeezed it,
Crying, "Lubin, dear Lubin, the truth is now plain.
For while I keep squeezing your limb keeps fast freezing,
And now 'tis quite stiff let us melt it again.' "
We kept melting and freezing, and Mary kept squeezing
My sensitive plant all the night till daybreak,
When at last it quite lost all its power of freezing,
And Mary, she wondered my limb grew so weak.
"Oh! 'tis not surprising, the sun is now rising,
And all the frost's gone which last night we found."
"But Lubin, this freezing is really so pleasing
That I wish the snow should last all the year round."
[Denon,] The Voluptuous Night [c. 1890]
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