WHERE like a pillow on a bed
A pregnant bank swell'd up to rest
The violet's reclining head
Sat we two one another's best.
Our hands were firmly c¨¨mented 5
By a fast balm which thence did spring;
Our eye-beams twisted and did thread
Our eyes upon one double string.
So to engraft our hands as yet
Was all the means to make us one; 10
And pictures in our eyes to get
Was all our propagation.
As 'twixt two equal armies Fate
Suspends uncertain victory
Our souls¡ªwhich to advance their state 15
Were gone out¡ªhung 'twixt her and me.
And whilst our souls negotiate there
We like sepulchral statues lay;
All day the same our postures were
And we said nothing all the day.
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