Platonick Love

INDEED I must confess,

When souls mix ‘t is an happiness;

But not complete till bodies too do combine,

And closely as our minds together join:

But half of heaven the souls in glory taste,

Till by love in heaven, at last,

Their bodies too are plac’d.

In thy immortal part

Man, as well as I, thou art;

But something’t is that differs thee and me;

And we must one even in that difference be.

I thee, both as a man and woman, prize;

For a perfect love implies

Love in all capacities.

Can that for true love pass,

When a fair woman courts her glass?

Something unlike must in love’s likeness be;

His wonder is, one, and variety:

For he, whose soul nought but a soul can move,

Does a new Narcissus prove,

And his own image love.

That souls do beauty know,

‘T is to the bodies’ help they owe;

If, when they know ‘t, they straight abuse that trust,

And shut the body from’t, ‘t is as unjust

As if I brought my dearest friend to see

My mistress, and at th’ instant he

Should steal her quite from me.

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• I Heard You, Solemn-sweet Pipes of the Organ. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• I hear it was Charged against Me. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• I Hear America Singing. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• I Dream’d in a Dream. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• I am He that Aches with Love. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Hush’d be the Camps To-day. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• How Solemn as One by One. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Hours Continuing Long. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Here the Frailest Leaves of Me. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Here, Sailor. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Hast Never Come to Thee an Hour. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Great are the Myths. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Gods. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Gliding Over All. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Give me the Splendid, Silent Sun. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Germs. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Full of Life, Now. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• From Paumanok Starting. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• From My Last Years. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• From Far Dakota’s Cañons. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman

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