Classic Poem

White art thou like the mountaine snow to see,
I blacke like to the burned coale doo show:
Then give some of thy purest white to mee,
And Ile some of my Blacke on thee bestow.
So will wee these two Contraries unite
Together, which so joynd will show more faire:
Lets both then make this change for our delight,
Unlesse to kill mee thou doo little care.
But why of white or blacke talke I to thee?
My blood not blacke tis, which thou faine wouldst see.