0, Where like a pillow on a bed;
1, A pregnant bank swell'd up to rest;
2, The violet's reclining head;
3, Sat we two one another's best.;
4, Our hands were firmly cemented;
5, By a fast balm which thence did spring;
6, Our eye-beams twisted and did thread;
7, Our eyes upon one double string.;
8, So to engraft our hands as yet;
9, Was all the means to make us one;
10, And pictures in our eyes to get;
11, Was all our propagation.;
12, As 'twixt two equal armies Fate;
13, Suspends uncertain victory;
14, Our souls—which to advance their state;
15, Were gone out—hung 'twixt her and me.;
16, And whilst our souls negotiate there;
17, We like sepulchral statues lay;
18, All day the same our postures were;
19, And we said nothing all the day.;
20, If any so by love refined;
21, That he soul's language understood;
22, And by good love were grown all mind;
23, Within convenient distance stood;
24, He—though he knew not which soul spake;
25, Because both meant both spake the same—;
26, Might thence a new concoction take;
27, And part far purer than he came.;
28, This ecstasy doth unperplex;
29, (We said) and tell us what we love;
30, We see by this it was not sex;
31, We see we saw not what did move;
32, But as all several souls contain;
33, Mixture of things they know not what;
34, Love these mix'd souls doth mix again;
35, And makes both one each this and that.;
36, A single violet transplant;
37, The strength the colour and the size—;
38, All which before was poor and scant—;
39, Redoubles still and multiplies.;
40, When love with one another so;
41, Interanimates two souls;
42, That abler soul which thence doth flow;
43, Defects of loneliness controls.;
44, We then who are this new soul know;
45, Of what we are composed and made;
46, For th' atomies of which we grow;
47, Are souls whom no change can invade.;
48, But O alas ! so long so far;
49, Our bodies why do we forbear?;
50, They are ours though not we - we are;
51, Th' intelligences they the spheres.;
52, We owe them thanks because they thus;
53, Did us to us at first convey;
54, Yielded their senses' force to us;
55, Nor are dross to us but allay.;
56, On man heaven's influence works not so;
57, But that it first imprints the air;
58, For soul into the soul may flow;
59, Though it to body first repair.;
60, As our blood labours to beget;
61, Spirits as like souls as it can;
62, Because such fingers need to knit;
63, That subtle knot which makes us man;
64, So must pure lovers' souls descend;
65, To affections and to faculties;
66, Which sense may reach and apprehend;
67, Else a great prince in prison lies.;
68, To our bodies turn we then that so;
69, Weak men on love reveal'd may look;
70, Love's mysteries in souls do grow;
71, But yet the body is his book.;
72, And if some lover such as we;
73, Have heard this dialogue of one;
74, Let him still mark us he shall see;
75, Small change when we're to bodies gone.;
