Hot sun, cool fire, tempered with sweet air, <br />Black shade, fair nurse, shadow my white hair. <br />Shine, sun; burn fire; breathe, air, and ease me; <br />Black shade, fair nurse, shroud me and please me; <br />Shadow, my sweet nurse, keep me from burning, <br />Make not my glad cause cause of mourning. <br />Let not my beauty's fire <br />Inflame unstaid desire, <br />Nor pierce any bright eye <br />That wand'reth lightly.<br /><br />George Peele<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bathsheba-s-song/
