In winter I get up at night
And dress by yellow candle-light.
In summer quite the other way
I have to go to bed by day.
~Robert Louis Stevenson

I like poetry. I like the Puritans. Here is some Puritan poetry.

Ann Bradstreet's poem "To my Dear and Loving Husband "

If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were lov'd by wife, then thee.
If ever wife was happy in a man,
Compare with me, ye women, if you can.
I prize thy love more than whole Mines of gold
Or all the riches that the East doth hold.
My love is such that Rivers cannot quench,
Nor ought but love from thee give recompetence.
Thy love is such I can no way repay.
The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray.
Then while we live, in love let's so persever
That when we live no more, we may live ever.


So, you see, the Puritans were not passionless. This poem came from a passionate loving heart in a Godly relationship with another passionate loving heart.

STILL MUCH WALKING TO BE DONE

I lost some things along the way.
Some I noticed, and missed.
Some just fell away and were gone.

I lost some things, yes,
But found myself: Older, wiser,
Hurt, but healed.

Sometimes I turned my head to look
As if I might see what I had dropped
But stumbled instead, losing precious time.

So now I look straight ahead,
Knowing what is lost is gone,
But there is still much walking to be done.