Poem by Robert Herrick

The Frozen Heart

I freeze, I freeze, and nothing dwells
In me but snow and icicles.
For pity's sake, give your advice,
To melt this snow and thaw this ice.
I'll drink down flames; but if so be
Nothing but love can supple me,
I'll rather keep this frost and snow
Than to be thaw'd or heated so. 

1. To Carnations: a Song
2. The Changes: to Corinna
3. The Apron of Flowers
4. The Lily in a Crystal
5. The Bag of the Bee

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