Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE SOULE (2), by ABRAHAM COWLEY


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First Line: Some dull philosopher, when he hears me say
Last Line: And separation from it is my death.
Subject(s): Soul


1.

SOme dull Philosopher, when he hears me say,
My Soule is from me fled away;
Nor has of late inform'd my Body here,
But in another's breast does lye,
That neither is, nor will be I,
As a Form Servient, and Assisting there.

2.

Will cry, Absurd! and ask me, how I live,
And Syllogismes against it give:
A curse on all your vain Philosophies,
Which on weak Nature's Law depend,
And know not how to comprehend
Love and Religion, those great Mysteries.

3.

Her Body is my Soule; laugh not at this,
For by my life I swear it is.
'Tis that preserves my Being and my Breath,
From that proceeds all that I doe,
Nay all my Thoughts and speeches too;
And separation from it is my Death.





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