Classic Poem

BETWEEN A LOVER'S FLAMING HEART, AND HIS LADY'S FROZEN
BREAST . HEART .

Shun not, sweet breast, to see me all of fire. BREAST .
Fly not, dear heart, to find me all of snow. HEART .
Thy snow inflames these flames of my desire. BREAST .
And I desire Desire's sweet flames to know. HEART .
Thy snow n' ill hurt me. BREAST .
Nor thy fire will harm me. HEART .
This cold will cool me, BREAST .
And this heat will warm me. HEART .

Take this chaste fire to that pure virgin snow. BREAST .
Being now thus warmed, I'll ne'er seek other fire. HEART .
Thou giv'st more bliss than mortal hearts may know. BREAST .
More bliss I take than angels can desire.

BOTH TOGETHER .

Let one joy fill us, as one grief did harm us;
Let one death kill us, as one love doth warm us.