CHASTE Cynthia bids me love, but hope no more, Ne'er with enjoyment, -- which I still have strove T' obey, and ev'ry looser thought reprove; Without desiring her, I her adore. What human passion does with tears implore, The intellect enjoys, when 'tis in love With the eternal soul, which here does move In mortal closet, where 'tis kept in store. Our souls are in one mutual knot combin'd, Not common passion, dull and unrefin'd; Our flame ascends, that smothers here below: The body made of earth, turns to the same, As Soul t' Eternity, from whence it came; My Love's immortal then, and mistress too. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BIRDS by NESTA HIGGINSON SKRINE THE DEPARTED by JOHN BANISTER TABB OF THE REED THAT THE JEWS SET IN OUR SAVIOUR'S HAND by WILLIAM ALABASTER LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND: 5. THE LOCH by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM IN MEMORY OF DOCTOR DONNE by R. B. THE LAST MAN: DREAM OF DYING by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |