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Ralph Waldo Emerson, comp. (1803–1882).  Parnassus: An Anthology of Poetry.  1880.
By Lord Herbert of Cherbury (1583–1648)
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WALKING thus towards a pleasant grove,
Which did, it seemed, in new delight
The pleasures of the time unite
To give a triumph to their love,—
They staid at last, and on the grass        5
Reposèd so as o’er his breast
She bowed her gracious head to rest,
Such a weight as no burden was.
Long their fixed eyes to heaven bent,
Unchanged they did never move,        10
As if so great and pure a love
No glass but it could represent.
“These eyes again thine eyes shall see,
Thy hands again these hands infold,
And all chaste pleasures can be told        15
Shall with us everlasting be.
Let then no doubt, Celinda, touch,
Much less your fairest mind invade;
Were not our souls immortal made,
Our equal loves can make them such.”        20

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