Answer:
When there is fire in me then I am still cold. When I own your true love’s face then you will not see me. To all things I give no more than I am given. In time I may have all things, and yet I can keep nothing.
Large as a mountain, small as a pea, Endlessly swimming in a water-less sea.
What is the thing which, once poured out, cannot be gathered again?
A hill full, a hole full; yet you cannot catch a bowl full. What is it?
We are five little objects of an everyday sort, You will find us all in a tennis court.
Break me and I am better immediately set and harder to be broken again.