MY MIDNITE MAN 3

The other two, slight air and purging fire,
Are both with you, 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 my deepest love to you

My life, being made of four, with two alone
Sinks down to death, fulfill with melancholy
Until life's composition be recurred

By those sweet messengers returned from you,
Who even but now come back again, assured
Of the fair health, recounting it to me
This told, I joy
but then no longer glad,
I send them back again,
and straight grow sad