I TAKE, O take, my fears away, Which thy cold disdains have bred; And grant me one auspicious ray, From thy morn of beauties shed. But thy killing beams restrain, Lest I be by beauty slain. II Spread, O spread, those orient twins Which thy snowy bosom grace, Where Love in milk, and roses swims, Blind with lustre of thy face, But let Love thaw them first, lest I Do on those frozen mountains die. |