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| (Our Souls best baiting and mid-period, |
| In her long journey, of considering God) |
| Yet (no dishonour) I can reach him thus, |
| As he embrac'd the fires of love, with us. |
| Oh may I, (since I live) but see or hear, |
| That she-Intelligence which mov'd this sphear, |
| I pardon Fate, my life: who ere thou be, |
| Which hast the noble conscience, thou art she, |
| I conjure thee by all the charms he spoke, |
| By th' oaths, which only you two never broke, |
| By all the souls ye sigh'd, that if you see |
| These lines, you wish, I knew your history. |
| So much, as you, two mutual heav'ns were here, |
| I were an Angel singing what you were. |
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[Transcriptions are not provided for noncanonical poems,
elegies on Donne by other authors, or prose compositions] |