I.

Cold as the breath of winds that blow 
To silver shot descending snow, 
Lucasta sigh't; when she did close 
The world in frosty chaines! 
And then a frowne to rubies frose 
The blood boyl'd in our veines: 
Yet cooled not the heat her sphere 
Of beauties first had kindled there.

II.

Then mov'd, and with a suddaine flame 
Impatient to melt all againe, 
Straight from her eyes she lightning hurl'd, 
And earth in ashes mournes; 
The sun his blaze denies the world, 
And in her luster burnes: 
Yet warmed not the hearts, her nice 
Disdaine had first congeal'd to ice.

III.

And now her teares nor griev'd desire 
Can quench this raging, pleasing fire; 
Fate but one way allowes; behold 
Her smiles' divinity! 
They fann'd this heat, and thaw'd that cold, 
So fram'd up a new sky. 
Thus earth, from flames and ice repreev'd, 
E're since hath in her sun-shine liv'd.