I freeze, I freeze, and nothing dwels In me but Snow, and ysicles. For pitties sake give your advice, To melt this snow, and thaw this ice; I'le drink down Flames, but if so be Nothing but love can supple me; I'le rather keepe this frost, and snow, Then to be thaw'd, or heated so. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VISIONS: 4. A ROSE by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) THE CROCODILE, FR. ALICE IN WONDERLAND by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON THE GOUTY MERCHANT AND THE STRANGER by HORACE SMITH A BLESSING FOR THE BLESSED by LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA LINES WRITTEN IN LADY'S ALBUM OF DIFFERENT-COLOURED PAPER by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD OF SIR PHILIP SIDNEY by JOHN BEAUMONT |