So bright are you young princess of the flame
Your wond'rous light hits all things foul and fair.
Your colours put wise Joseph's cloak to shame.
Fine gold, cold blue, pit black and orange flair.
Your crackling whisper warms my wanton ear.
And thaws my frozen heart. And so with ease
Your spark ignites my soul. That purges fear
Of blueing from the cold, to die, to freeze.
But your red flame burns all that it can love.
And ember lips make worse your furnace mouth.
I fear I cannot match your flames. By Jove
You will, foul east, consume my north and south.
And though you melt my heart and bring me hell.
I thank you for your time and wish you well.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem