I think this is one of the most beautiful love poems ever written; I was going to give you an extract but actually I think the Wartime Housewife’s followers can manage the whole thing!
As virtuous man pass mildly away,
And whisper to their soules, to goe,
Whilst some of their sad friends doe say,
The breath goes now, and some say, noe:
So let us melt, and make no noise,
No teare-floods, nor sigh-tempests move,
T’were prophanation of our joys
To tell the layetie our love.
Moving of th’earth brings harmes and feares,
Men reckon what it did and meant,
But trepidation of the spheres,
Though greater far, is innocent.
Dull sublunary lovers love
(Whose soul is sense) cannor admit
Absence, because it doth remove
Those things which elemented it.
But we by a love, so much refin’d,
That our selves know not what it is,
Inter-assured of the mind,
Care lesse, eyes, lips, and hands to misse.
Our two souls therefore, which are one,
Though I must goe, endure not yet
A breach, but an expansion,
Like gold to ayery thinnesse beate.
If they be two, they are two so
As stiff twin compasses are two,
Thy soule the fix’d foot, makes no show
To move, but doth, if the’other doe.
And though it in the center sit,
Yet when the other far doth rome,
It leanes, and hearkens after it,
And grows erect, as that comes home.
Such wilt though be to mee, who must
Like the’other foot, obliquely runne;
Thy firmness makes my circle just,
And makes me end, where I begunne.
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