Sonnet 45: The Other Two, Slight Air and Purging Fire
The other two, slight air and purging fire,
Are both with thee, wherever I abide;
The first, my thought, the other, my desire,
These present-absent with swift motion slide,
For when these quicker elements are gone
In tender embassy of love to thee,
My life, being made of four, with two alone
Sinks down to earth oppressed with melancholy,
Until life's composition be recured
By those swift messengers returned from thee
Who even but now come back again, assured
Of thy fair health, recounting it to me.
This told, I joy, but then, no longer glad,
I send them back again and straight grow sad.
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