The Definition Of Love
My
Love
is
of
a
birth
as
rare
As
'tis
for
object
strange
and
high:
It
was
begotten
by
despair
Upon
Impossibility.
Magnanimous
Despair
alone.
Could
show
me
so
divine
a
thing,
Where
feeble
Hope
could
ne'r
have
flown
But
vainly
flapt
its
Tinsel
Wing.
And
yet
I
quickly
might
arrive
Where
my
extended
Soul
is
fixt,
But
Fate
does
Iron
wedges
drive,
And
alwaies
crouds
it
self
betwixt.
For
Fate
with
jealous
Eye
does
see.
Two
perfect
Loves;
nor
lets
them
close:
Their
union
would
her
ruine
be,
And
her
Tyrannick
pow'r
depose.
And
therefore
her
Decrees
of
Steel
Us
as
the
distant
Poles
have
plac'd,
(Though
Loves
whole
World
on
us
doth
wheel)
Not
by
themselves
to
be
embrac'd.
Unless
the
giddy
Heaven
fall,
And
Earth
some
new
Convulsion
tear;
And,
us
to
joyn,
the
World
should
all
Be
cramp'd
into
a
Planisphere.
As
Lines
so
Loves
Oblique
may
well
Themselves
in
every
Angle
greet:
But
ours
so
truly
Paralel,
Though
infinite
can
never
meet.
Therefore
the
Love
which
us
doth
bind,
But
Fate
so
enviously
debarrs,
Is
the
Conjunction
of
the
Mind,
And
Opposition
of
the
Stars.
