Tell me you stars that our affections move, <br />Why made ye me that cruell one to love? <br />Why burnes my heart her scorned sacrifice, <br />Whose breast is hard as Chrystall, cold as Ice? <br />God of Desire! if all thy Votaries <br />Thou thus repay, succession will grow wise; <br />No sighs for incense at thy Shrine shall smoke, <br />Thy Rites will be despis'd, thy Altars broke. <br />O! or give her my flame to melt that snow <br />Which yet unthaw'd does on her bosome grow; <br />Or make me ice, and with her chrystall chaines <br />Binde up all love within my frozen veines:<br /><br />Henry King<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-tell-me-you-stars-that-our-affections-move/
