John Donne,
The Ecstasy
(1931)
“ We then, who are this new soul, know, Of what we are composed, and made, For th' atomies of which we grow Are souls, whom no change can invade. But, O alas! so long, so far, Our bodies why do we forbear? They are ours, though not we; we are Th' intelligences, they the spheres. ”
John Donne,
The Ecstasy
(1931)
“ Love's mysteries in souls do grow, But yet the body is his book. ”
John Donne,
The Ecstasy
(1931)
“ Our eye-beams twisted, and did thread Our eyes upon one double string. So to engraft our hands, as yet Was all the means to make us one; And pictures in our eyes to get Was all our propagation. ”
