Classic Poem

Love Child with Cold and missing in the skyes
The Other Sunn, flew to my Mistris Eyes
To warme him; but their Over Ardent light
Scorcht his gay wings and him bereft of Sight.
Thence he shrinkes down to shroud him in nir brest,
But the cold frost there bred him more unrest,
Quencht his brand, strooke him Numme through Evry part,
And sure had kild him had he reachd her hart.
But soone he left her, and was heard to crye,
O whither shall I now for shelter fly?
When this faire frame which I a Seat supposd,
So safe, is all of fyr and Ice Composd.