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The Definition Of Love

My Love is of a birth as

As 'tis for object strange and high:

It was begotten by

Upon Impossibility.

Magnanimous Despair alone.

Could show me so divine a thing,

Where feeble Hope could ne'r have

But vainly flapt its Tinsel Wing.

And yet I quickly might

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

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

Be cramp'd into a Planisphere.

As Lines so Loves Oblique may

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.

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Andrew Marvell

Andrew Marvell (31 March 1621 – 16 August 1678) was an English Metaphysical poet, satirist and politician who sat in the House of Commons at var…

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