By thee, Sprite, I will be guided!
I care not for cold or heat;
Frost and flame, or sparks, or sleet,
To my essence are the same;
But I honour more the flame.
Sprite of Fire,I follow thee
Wheresoever it may be,
To the torrid spouts and fountains,
Underneath earth-quaked mountains;
Or, at thy supreme desire
Touch the very pulse of fire
With my bare unlidded eyes.
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