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The Ecstasy, , BY JOHN DONNE, , Where, like a pillow on a bed, A pregnant bank swell'd up to rest, The violet's reclining head,, Sat we two, one another's best., Our hands were firmly cemented, With a fast balm, which thence did spring;, Our eye-beams twisted, and did thread, Our eyes upon one double string;, So to'intergraft our hands, as yet, Was all the means to make us one,, And pictures in our eyes to get, Was all our propagation., As 'twixt two equal armies fate, Suspends uncertain victory,, Our souls (which to advance their state, Were gone out) hung 'twixt her and me., And whilst our souls negotiate there,, We like sepulchral statues lay;, All day, the same our postures were,, And we said nothing, all the day., If any, so by love refin'd

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That he soul's language understood,, And by good love were grown all mind,, Within convenient distance stood,, He (though he knew not which soul spake,, Because both meant, both spake the same), Might thence a new concoction take, And part far purer than he came., This ecstasy doth unperplex,, We said, and tell us what we love;, We see by this it was not sex,, We see we saw not what did move;, But as all several souls contain, Mixture of things, they know not what,, Love these mix'd souls doth mix again, And makes both one, each this and that., A single violet transplant,, The strength, the colour, and the size,, (All which before was poor and scant), Redoubles still, and multiplies., When love with one another so, Interinanimates two souls,, That abler soul, which thence doth flow,, Defects of loneliness controls., We then, who are this new soul, know, Of what we are compos'd and made,, For th' atomies of which we grow, Are souls, whom no change can invade., But oh alas, so long, so far,, Our bodies why do we forbear?, They'are ours, though they'are not we; we are

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The intelligences, they the spheres., We owe them thanks, because they thus, Did us, to us, at first convey,, Yielded their senses' force to us,, Nor are dross to us, but allay., On man heaven's influence works not so,, But that it first imprints the air;, So soul into the soul may flow,, Though it to body first repair., As our blood labors to beget, Spirits, as like souls as it can,, Because such fingers need to knit, That subtle knot which makes us man,, So must pure lovers’ souls descend, T' affections, and to faculties,, Which sense may reach and apprehend,, Else a great prince in prison lies., To'our bodies turn we then, that so, Weak men on love reveal'd may look;, Love's mysteries in souls do grow,, But yet the body is his book., And if some lover, such as we,, Have heard this dialogue of one,, Let him still mark us, he shall see, Small change, when we'are to bodies gone.

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A Valediction: Forbidding, Mourning, , BY JOHN DONNE, , As virtuous men pass mildly away,, And whisper to their souls to go,, Whilst some of their sad friends do say, The breath goes now, and some say, No:, , So let us melt, and make no noise,, , No tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move;, "Twere profanation of our joys, , To tell the laity our love., , Moving of th' earth brings harms and fears,, 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) cannot admit, Absence, because it doth remove, Those things which elemented it.

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But we by a love so much refined,, , That our selves know not what it is,, Inter-assured of the mind,, , Care less, eyes, lips, and hands to miss., , Our two souls therefore, which are one,, Though I must go, endure not yet, , A breach, but an expansion,, Like gold to airy thinness beat., , If they be two, they are two so, As stiff twin compasses are two;, , Thy soul, the fixed foot, makes no show, To move, but doth, if the other do., , And though it in the center sit,, Yet when the other far doth roam,, It leans and hearkens after it,, And grows erect, as that comes home., , Such wilt thou be to me, who must,, Like th’ other foot, obliquely run;, Thy firmness makes my circle just,, , And makes me end where I begun.