George Peele

Here you will find the Poem Bathsheba's Song of poet George Peele

Bathsheba's Song

Hot sun, cool fire, tempered with sweet air, 
Black shade, fair nurse, shadow my white hair. 
Shine, sun; burn fire; breathe, air, and ease me; 
Black shade, fair nurse, shroud me and please me; 
Shadow, my sweet nurse, keep me from burning, 
Make not my glad cause cause of mourning. 
Let not my beauty's fire 
Inflame unstaid desire, 
Nor pierce any bright eye 
That wand'reth lightly.