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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