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Richard Lovelace - Lucasta`s World
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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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