The Miracle

If thou be'st ice, I do admire
How thou couldst set my heart on fire ;
Or how thy fire could kindle me.
Thou being ice, and not melt thee ;
But even my flames, light as thy own.
Have hard'ned thee into a stone !
Wonder of love, that canst fulfil.
Inverting nature thus, thy will ;
Making ice one another burn.
Whilst itself doth harder turn !