Amoretti: Sonnet 30

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Title:     Amoretti: Sonnet 30
Author: Edmund Spenser [More Titles by Spenser]

My Love is lyke to yse, and I to fyre:
How comes it then that this her cold so great
Is not dissolv'd through my so hot desyre,
But harder growes the more I her intreat?
Or how comes it that my exceeding heat
Is not delayd* by her hart-frosen cold,
But that I burne much more in boyling sweat,
And feele my flames augmented manifold?
What more miraculous thing may be told,
That fire, which all things melts, should harden yse,
And yse, which is congeald with sencelesse cold,
Should kindle fyre by wonderful devyse?
Such is the powre of love in gentle mind,
That it can alter all the course of kynd.

[* _Delayd_, tempered.]

[The end]
Edmund Spenser's poem: Amoretti: Sonnet 30

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