So to engraft our hands, as yet

But every modern god will now extend

Our souls—which to advance their state,

Loves mysteries in souls do grow,

But from the room I carried none with me.

Mine would have taught thine heart to show

All is the purlieu of the god of love.

Yielded their senses force to us,

And we said nothing, all the day.

If once into loves hands it come !

I should love her, who loves not me.

Only his subject was ; it cannot be

Have heard this dialogue of one,

All which before was poor and scant—

If any, so by love refined,

My rags of heart can like, wish, and adore,

And now, as broken glasses show

Suspends uncertain victory,

All day, the same our postures were,

Were gone out—hung twixt her and me.

Might thence a new concoction take,

But yet the body is his book.

Are souls, whom no change can invade.

As though I feltread.99csw.com the worst that love could do?

But that it first imprints the air ;

Because both meant, both spake the same—

O ! were we wakend by this tyranny

His office was indulgently to fit

Defects of loneliness controls.

Which sense may reach and apprehend,

To our bodies turn we then, that so

(We said) and tell us what we love ;

Did us, to us, at first convey,

The violets reclining head,

By him, as by chaind shot, whole ranks do die ;

If it had gone to thee, I know

But that it can ten in less space devour ;

All other griefs allow a part

He—though he knew not which soul spake,

Falsehood is worse than hate ; and that must be,

WHERE, like a pillow on a bed,

I saw a flash of powder burn a day?

Was all the means to make us one ;

The strength, the colour, and the size—

Those pieces still, thoughread.99csw.com they be not unite ;

Was all our propagation.

By a fast balm, which thence did spring ;

On man heavens influence works not so,

That abler soul, which thence doth flow,

Mixture of things they know not what,

And part far purer than he came.

Else a great prince in prison lies.

At one first blow did shiver it as glass.

Love these mixd souls doth mix again,

Rebel and atheist too, why murmur I,

For th atomies of which we grow

Who would not laugh at me, if I should say

Sure, they which made him god, meant not so much,

For soul into the soul may flow,

We owe them thanks, because they thus

Love might make me leave loving, or might try

A hundred lesser faces, so

They come to us, but us love draws ;

As our blood labours to beget

Ah, what a trifle is a heart,

Nor any place be empty quite ;

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Actives to passives. Correspondency

To other griefs, and ask themselves but some ;

So must pure lovers souls descend

Our eyes upon one double string.

He is stark mad, whoever says,

But since this god produced a destiny,

Th intelligences, they the spheres.

Small change when were to bodies gone.

Which, since she loves before, Im loth to see.

His vast prerogative as far as Jove.

We see by this, it was not sex ;

Who will believe me, if I swear

Nor are dross to us, but allay.

Let him still mark us, he shall see

As, twixt two equal armies, Fate

That subtle knot, which makes us man ;

Yet not that love so soon decays,

And whilst our souls negotiate there,

Interanimates two souls,

Weak men on love reveald may look ;

Sat we two, one anothers best.

Our bodies why do we forbear?

To affe九*九*藏*書ctions, and to faculties,

Our eye-beams twisted, and did thread

But after one such love, can love no more.

Of what we are composed, and made,

We like sepulchral statues lay ;

We see, we saw not, what did move :

Our hands were firmly cemented

We then, who are this new soul, know,

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

And pictures in our eyes to get

He is the tyrant pike, our hearts the fry.

That I have had the plague a year?

A deeper plague, to make her love me too ;

Sunk so low as to love one which did scorn.

Of my heart when I first saw thee?

If twere not so, what did become

And by good love were grown all mind,

Yet nothing can to nothing fall,

And makes both one, each this, and that.

He swallows us and never chaws ;

Within convenient distance stood,

A pregnant bank swelld up, to rest

Redoubles still, and multiplies.

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And if some lover, such as we,

I cannot think that he, who then loved most,

I brought a heart into the room,

Who died before the god of love was born.

Therefore I think my breast hath all

But when an even flame two hearts did touch,

A single violet transplant,

That he hath been in love an hour,

I LONG to talk with some old lovers ghost,

They are ours, though not we ; we are

That he souls language understood,

Spirits, as like souls as it can ;

Though it to body first repair.

Love, till I love her, who loves me.

But, O alas ! so long, so far,

And that vice-nature, custom, lets it be,

Because such fingers need to knit

This ecstasy doth unperplex

Nor he in his young godhead practised it.

If she whom I love, should love me.

More pity unto me ; but Love, alas !

To ungod this child again, it could not be

When love with one another so