诗歌－My Love Is Like to Ice

（单词翻译:单击）

My Love Is Like to Ice
                                Edmund Spenser

My love is like to ice, and I to fire:
How come it then that this her cold is so great
Is not dissolved through my so hot desire,
But harder grows the more I her entreat¹?
Or how comes it that my exceeding heat
Is not allayed² by her heart-frozen cold,
But that I burn much more in boiling sweat,
And feel my flames augmented³ manifold?
What more miraculous⁴ thing may be told,
That fire, which is congealed⁵ with senseless cold,
Should kindle⁶ fire by wonderful device?
Such is the power of love in gentle mind,
That it can alter all the course of kind.