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But we by' a love so far refin'd,

That ourselves know not what it is,

Inter.assured of the mind,

Careless eyes, lips, and hands, to miss, jo

Our two souls therefore, which are one,

Tho' I must go, indure not yet

A breach, but an expansion,

Like gold to airy thinness beat.

If they be two, they are two so

As stiff twin compasses are two;

Thy soul, the fix'dfoot, makes no show

To move, but doth il'th' other do.

And tho' it in the centre sit,

Yet when the other far doth roam, 3P

It leans and hearkens after it,

And grows erect as that comes home.

Such wilt thou be to me who must,

Like th" other foot, obliquely run:

Thy firmness makes my circle just,

And makes me end where I begun. 3S

THE ECSTACY.

Where, like a pillow on a bed,
A pregnant bank swell'd up, to rest
The violet's declining head,
gate we on one another's brsass.

►OEMS, SONGS, SONNETS. Jt

Our hands were firmly cemented
By a fist balm, which thence did spring,
Our eye.beams twisted, and did thread
Our eyes upon one double string:

So to engraft our hands as yet

Was all the means to make us one, 10

And pictures in our eyes to get

Was all our propagation.

As 'twixt two equal armies Fate
Suspends uncertain victory,
Our souls (which, to advance our state,
Were gone out) hung 'twixt her and me:

And, whilst our souls negotiate there,

We like sepulchral statues lay,

All day the same our postures were,

And we said nothing all the day, 20

If any so by love refin'd
That he souls' language understood,
And by good love were grown all mind,
"Within convenient distance stood,

He (tho' he knew not which soul spake,
Because both meant, both spake, the same)
Might thence a new concoction take,
And part far purer than he came.

Dinr.c J

This Ecstacy doth unperplex

(AVe said) an.d tell us what we love; jo

We sec by this it was not serf,

We see, we saw not what did move;

But as all several souls contain
Mixture of things they know net what,
Love these mix'd souls doth mix again,
And makes both one, each this and Iha,'.

A single violet transplant,

The strength, the colour, and the si2e,

(All which before was.poor and scant)

Redoubles still and multiplies. 40

When love with one another ro,
Inter.animates two souls,
That abler soul, winch thence doth flow,
De/ects of loveliness controuls.

We then, who are this new soul, know
Of what we are compos.'d and made;
For the atoms, pf which we grow,
Are soul, whom no change can inva.de.

But, O, alas! so long, so far,

Our bodies why do we forbear? 59

They are ours, tho'notwe; we are

Th' intelligences, they the sp lieres.

tOEMS, SONGS, SOXKETS. S3

We owe them thanks, because they thus
Did us to us at first convey,
Yielded their sense's force to us,
Nor arc dross to us, but allay.

On man heaven's influence works not so:

But that it first imprints the air;

For soul into the soul may flow,

Tho' it to body first repair. *o

As our blood labours to beget
Spirits as like souls as it can,
Because such fingers need to knit
That subtle knot which makes us man;

So must pure lovers* souls descend
T' affections snd to faculties,
Which sense may feach and apprehend,
Else a great prince in prison lies.

T" our bodies turn we then, and so

Weak men o:i love reveal'd may look; 70

love's mysteries in souls do grow,

But yet the body is the book:

And if some lover, such as we,
Have heard this dialogue of one,
Let him still mark us, he shall see
Small change when we're to bodies grown. 7$

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I Long to talk with some old lover's ghost.
Who dvd before the God of Love was bom:
I cannot think that he, who then lov'd most,
Sunk so low as to love one which did scorn:
But since this god produc'd a Destiny,
And that vice.nature custom lets it be,
I must love her that loves not me.

Sure they which made him god meant not so mucli,

Nor he in his young godhead practis'd it;

But when an even rlame two hearts did touch, W

His office was indulgently to fit

Actives to passives; correspondency

Only his subject was: it cannot be

Love, till I love her that loves me. .

But every modern god will now extend

His vast prerogative as far as Jove,

To rage, to lust, to write to, to commend,

Ail is the purlieu of the God of Love.

Oh! were we waken'd by this tyranny

T" ungod this child again, it could not be »

I should love her who loves not me.

Rebel and Atheist too, why murmur I,
As tho" I felt the worst that love could do?

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