lunes, 21 de marzo de 2016

Hot sun, cool fire,

Hot sun, cool fire,
tempered with sweet air, 
Black shade, fair nurse, 
shadow my white hair. 

Shine, sun; burn, fire; 
breathe, air, and ease me; 
Black shade, fair nurse, 
shroud me and please me. 

Shadow, my sweet nurse, 
keep me from burning; 
Make not my glad cause 
cause of mourning. 

Let not my beauty’s fire 
Inflame unstaid desire, 
Nor pierce any bright eye 
That wandereth lightly.

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