Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, TO MRS. MARY AWBREY, by KATHERINE PHILIPS


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First Line: Soule of my soule, my joy, my crown, my friend
Last Line: Which they and all the sullen world have lost.
Alternate Author Name(s): Orinda
Variant Title(s): L'amitie: To Mrs. M. Awbrey
Subject(s): Envy; Grief; Love; Soul; Sorrow; Sadness


Soule of my soule! my Joy, my crown, my friend!
A name which all the rest doth comprehend;
How happy are we now, whose souls are grown,
By an incomparable mixture, One:
Whose well acquainted minds are now as neare
As Love, or vows, or secrets can endeare.
I have no thought but what's to thee reveal'd,
Nor thou desire that is from me conceal'd.
Thy heart locks up my secrets richly set,
And my brest is thy private cabinet.
Thou shedst no teare but what my moisture lent,
And if I sigh, it is thy breath is spent.
United thus, what horrour can appeare
Worthy our sorrow, anger, or our feare?
Let the dull world alone to talk and fight,
And with their vast ambitions nature fright;
Let them despise so inocent a flame,
While Envy, pride, and faction play their game:
But we by Love sublim'd so high shall rise,
to pitty Kings, and Conquerours despise,
Since we that sacred union have engrost,
Which they and all the sullen world have lost.





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