Sonnet 30: My Love is Like to Ice by Edmund Spenser
b'Spenser read by Classic Poetry Aloud:\\nhttp://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/\\nGiving voice to the poetry of the past.\\n\\n---------------------------------------------\\n\\nSonnet 30\\nby Edmund Spenser (1552 \\u2013 1599)\\n\\nMy love is like to ice, and I to fire: \\nHow comes it then that this her cold so great \\nIs not dissolved through my so hot desire, \\nBut harder grows the more I her entreat? \\nOr how comes it that my exceeding heat \\nIs not allayed by her heart-frozen cold, \\nBut that I burn much more in boiling sweat, \\nAnd feel my flames augmented manifold? \\nWhat more miraculous thing may be told, \\nThat fire, which all things melts, should harden ice, \\nAnd ice, which is congealed with senseless cold, \\nShould kindle fire by wonderful device? \\nSuch is the power of love in gentile mind, \\nThat it can alter all the course of kind. \\n\\nFor commentary, see:\\nhttp://www.wcs.edu/chs/RobKAPSpencer.htm'