Chloe, why wish you that your years Would backward run, till they meet mine, That perfect likeness which endears Things unto things might us combine? Our ages so in date agree That twins do differ more than we. There are two births; the one when light First strikes the new awakened sense; The other when two souls unite; And we must count our life from thence. When you loved me and I loved you, The both of us were born anew. Love then to us did new souls give, And in those souls did plant new powers; Since when another life we live, The breath we breathe is his, not ours; Love makes those young whom age doth chill, And whom he finds young, keeps young still. Love, like that angel that shall call Our bodies from the silent grave, Unto one age doth raise us all, None too much, none too little have. Nay, that the difference may be none, He makes two not alike, but one. And now since you and I are such, Tell me what's yours, and what is mine? Our eyes, our ears, our taste, smell, touch, Do, like our souls, in one combine. So by this, I as well may be Too old for you as you for me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAWYER'S INVOCATION TO SPRING by HENRY HOWARD BROWNELL THE MAN WITH THE HOE'; A REPLY by JOHN VANCE CHENEY RHAPSODY ON A WINDY NIGHT by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT THE ENEMY'S PORTRAIT by THOMAS HARDY KATHLEEN O'MORE by GEORGE NUGENT REYNOLDS ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: FOURTH SONG by PHILIP SIDNEY VULTURES by GHALIB IBN RIBAH AL-HAJJAM |