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I.
Cold as the breath of winds that blow
To silver shot
descending snow,
Lucasta sigh't; when she did close
The world in frosty chaines!
And then a frowne
to rubies frose
The blood boyl'd in our veines:
Yet cooled not the heat her sphere
Of beauties first
had kindled there.
II.
Then mov'd, and
with a suddaine flame
Impatient to melt all againe,
Straight from her eyes she lightning hurl'd,
And
earth in ashes mournes;
The sun his blaze denies the
world,
And in her luster burnes:
Yet warmed not
the hearts, her nice
Disdaine had first congeal'd to
ice.
III.
And now her teares nor griev'd
desire
Can quench this raging, pleasing fire;
Fate but one way allowes; behold
Her smiles'
divinity!
They fann'd this heat, and thaw'd that
cold,
So fram'd up a new sky.
Thus earth, from
flames and ice repreev'd,
E're since hath in her
sun-shine liv'd.
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