John Donne Selected Poems-7
If any, so by love refined,
Were gone out—hung twixt her and me.
Love, till I love her, who loves me.
But that it can ten in less space devour ;
Of my heart when I first saw thee?
Have heard this dialogue of one,
His vast prerogative as far as Jove.
Of what we are composed, and made,
Our bodies why do we forbear?
Which, since she loves before, Im loth to see.
Rebel and atheist too, why murmur I,
All day, the same our postures were,
I LONG to talk with some old lovers ghost,
Else a great prince in prison lies.
More pity unto me ; but Love, alas !
To affections, and to faculties,
Yielded their senses force to us,
THE BROKEN HEART.
(We said) and tell us what we love ;
Did us, to us, at first convey,
THE ECSTACY.
Mine would have taught thine heart to show
Within convenient distance stood,
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Sat we two, one anothers best.
His office was indulgently to fit
He is stark mad, whoever says,
Our souls—which to advance their state,
If once into loves hands it come !
That abler soul, which thence doth flow,
We like sepulchral statues lay ;
Was all our propagation.
O ! were we wakend by this tyranny
I should love her, who loves not me.
I saw a flash of powder burn a day?
Defects of loneliness controls.
LOVES DEITY.
That he souls language understood,
All is the purlieu of the god of love.
But when an even flame two hearts did touch,
WHERE, like a pillow on a bed,
Because such fingers need to knit
Are souls, whom no change can invade.
A single violet transplant,
But, O alas ! so long, so far,
As our blood labours to beget
When love with one another so
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Those pieces still, though they be not unite ;
Who will believe me, if I swear
But every modern god will now extend
Interanimates two souls,
Our eyes upon one double string.
For th atomies of which we grow
And makes both one, each this, and that.
If twere not so, what did become
Sunk so low as to love one which did scorn.
Therefore I think my breast hath all
Ah, what a trifle is a heart,
And pictures in our eyes to get
By a fast balm, which thence did spring ;
He—though he knew not which soul spake,
Yet nothing can to nothing fall,
All other griefs allow a part
And by good love were grown all mind,
And whilst our souls negotiate there,
By him, as by chaind shot, whole ranks do die ;
To our bodies turn we then, that so
Spirits, as like souls as it can ;
Only his subject was ; it cannot be
An九九藏书网d we said nothing, all the day.
So must pure lovers souls descend
Mixture of things they know not what,
If it had gone to thee, I know
Loves mysteries in souls do grow,
To rage, to lust, to write to, to commend,
Actives to passives. Correspondency
Th intelligences, they the spheres.
But after one such love, can love no more.
The violets reclining head,
Nor any place be empty quite ;
My rags of heart can like, wish, and adore,
The strength, the colour, and the size—
Our hands were firmly cemented
And if some lover, such as we,
Love these mixd souls doth mix again,
They come to us, but us love draws ;
But yet the body is his book.
Redoubles still, and multiplies.
But from the room I carried none with me.
A hundred lesser faces, so
Was all the means to make us one ;
A deeper plague, to make her love me too ;
Let him still mark us, h99lib.nete shall see
Nor are dross to us, but allay.
But that it first imprints the air ;
To other griefs, and ask themselves but some ;
I must love her that loves not me.
He is the tyrant pike, our hearts the fry.
Our eye-beams twisted, and did thread
And now, as broken glasses show
Suspends uncertain victory,
This ecstasy doth unperplex
We owe them thanks, because they thus
As, twixt two equal armies, Fate
We then, who are this new soul, know,
All which before was poor and scant—
Nor he in his young godhead practised it.
Might thence a new concoction take,
That he hath been in love an hour,
Sure, they which made him god, meant not so much,
That subtle knot, which makes us man ;
Because both meant, both spake the same—
Who would not laugh at me, if I should say
A pregnant bank swelld up, to rest
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Who died before the god of love was born.
If she whom I love, should love me.
But as all several souls contain
So to engraft our hands, as yet
Love might make me leave loving, or might try
They are ours, though not we ; we are
We see, we saw not, what did move :
He swallows us and never chaws ;
We see by this, it was not sex ;
But since this god produced a destiny,
Which sense may reach and apprehend,
For soul into the soul may flow,
Though it to body first repair.
Falsehood is worse than hate ; and that must be,
Weak men on love reveald may look ;
And part far purer than he came.
Yet not that love so soon decays,
And that vice-nature, custom, lets it be,
I brought a heart into the room,
That I have had the plague a year?
At one first blow did shiver it as glass.
On man heavens influence works not so,
Small change when were to bodies gone.