TWICE or thrice had I loved thee, | |
Before I knew thy face or name ; | |
So in a voice, so in a shapeless flame | |
Angels affect us oft, and worshipp'd be. | |
Still when, to where thou wert, I came, | 5 |
Some lovely glorious nothing did I see. | |
But since my soul, whose child love is, | |
Takes limbs of flesh, and else could nothing do, | |
More subtle than the parent is | |
Love must not be, but take a body too ; | 10 |
And therefore what thou wert, and who, | |
I bid Love ask, and now | |
That it assume thy body, I allow, | |
And fix itself in thy lip, eye, and brow. | |
Whilst thus to ballast love I thought, | 15 |
And so more steadily to have gone, | |
With wares which would sink admiration, | |
I saw I had love's pinnace overfraught ; | |
Thy every hair for love to work upon | |
Is much too much ; some fitter must be sought ; | 20 |
For, nor in nothing, nor in things | |
Extreme, and scattering bright, can love inhere ; | |
Then as an angel face and wings | |
Of air, not pure as it, yet pure doth wear, | |
So thy love may be my love's sphere ; | 25 |
Just such disparity | |
As is 'twixt air's and angels' purity, | |
'Twixt women's love, and men's, will ever be. |