Let us melt

Let us melt




As virtuous men pass mildly away,
And whisper to their souls to go,
Whilst some of their sad friends do say,
Now as breath goes, and some shall say, No.

So let us melt, and make no noise,
No tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move;
there profanation of our joys
To tell the laity our love.

Moving of the earth brings harms and fears;
Men reckon what it did, and meant;
But trepidation of the spheres,
Though greater far, is innocent.

Dull sublunary lovers love?
Whose, soul is sense—cannot admit
Of absence, 'cause it doth remove
The thing which eliminated it.

But we by a love so much refined,
That ourselves know not what it is,
Inter-assured of the mind,
Care less, eyes, lips and hands to miss.

Our two souls therefore, which are one,
Though I must go, endure not yet
A breach, but an expansion,
Like gold to aery thinness beat.

If they be two, they are two so
As stiff twin compasses are two;
Thy soul, the fixed foot, makes no show
To move, but doth, if the other do.

And though it in the centre sit,
Yet, when the other far doth roam,
It leans, and hearkens after it,
And grows erect, as that comes home.

Such wilt thou be to me, who must,
Like the other foot, obliquely run;
Thy firmness makes my circle just,
And makes me end where I begun.

By nutbusrer