My love is lyke to yse, and I to fyre; How comes it then that this her cold so great Is not dissolv'd through my so hot desyre, But harder growes the more I her intreat? Or how comes it that my exceeding heat Is not delayd by her hart frosen cold, But that I burne much more in boyling sweat, And feele my flames augmented manifold? What more miraculous thing may be told, That fire, which all things melts, should harden yse, And yse, which is congeald with sencelesse cold, Should kindle fyre by wonderful devyse? Such is the powre of love in gentle mind, That it can alter all the course of kynd. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PENDULUM by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CALIFORNIA CITY LANDSCAPE by CARL SANDBURG FACADE: 24. AN OLD WOMAN LAMENTS IN SPRINGTIME by EDITH SITWELL EARLY MORN by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE CHILDREN by CHARLES MONROE DICKINSON WRITTEN [OR LINES] IN A YOUNG LADY'S ALBUM by THOMAS HOOD THE BEST MEMORIAL by AGATHIAS SCHOLASTICUS SEVEN SAD SONNETS: 3. THE WANDERING ONE by MARY REYNOLDS ALDIS |