Song
- Soul's joy, now I am gone,
- And you alone,
- —Which cannot be,
- Since I must leave myself with thee,
- And carry thee with me—
- Yet when unto our eyes
- Absence denies
- Each other's sight,
- And makes to us a constant night,
- When others change to light;
- O give no way to grief,
- But let belief
- Of mutual love
- This wonder to the vulgar prove,
- Our bodies, not we move.
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- Let not thy wit beweep
- Words but sense deep;
- For when we miss
- By distance our hope's joining bliss,
- Even then our souls shall kiss;
- Fools have no means to meet,
- But by their feet;
- Why should our clay
- Over our spirits so much sway,
- To tie us to that way?
- O give no way to grief, &c.
From: Songs and Sonnets, 1633.
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