I did not live until this time Crown'd my felicity, When I could say without a crime, I am not thine, but thee. This carcass breath'd, and walkt, and slept, So that the world believe'd There was a soul the motions kept; But they were all deceiv'd. For as a watch by art is wound To motion, such was mine: But never had Orinda found A soul till she found thine; Which now inspires, cures and supplies, And guides my darkened breast: For thou art all that I can prize, My joy, my life, my rest. No bridegroom's nor crown-conqueror's mirth To mine compar'd can be: They have but pieces of the earth, I've all the world in thee. Then let our flames still light and shine, And no false fear controul, As innocent as our design, Immortal as our soul. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MACFLECKNOE; OR, A SATIRE UPON THE TRUE-BLUE-PROTESTANT POET by JOHN DRYDEN A LITTLE DUTCH GARDEN by HARRIET WHITNEY DURBIN THE MAD MAID'S SONG by ROBERT HERRICK THE BLACK PANTHER by JOHN HALL WHEELOCK S. BARTHOLOMEW by JOSEPH BEAUMONT THE HAWAIIAN FLIGHT SQUADRON by CHARLOTTE LOUISE BERTLESEN |