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Song 70. When on thy lip my soul I breath |
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Song 70. When on thy lip my soul I breath
VVhen on thy lip my soul I breath,Which there meets thine,
Freed from their fetters by this death
Our subtile Forms combine;
Thus without bonds of sense they move,
And like two Cherubins converse by love. Spirits to chains of earth confin'd
Discourse by sense;
But ours that are by flames refin'd
With those weak ties dispense;
Let such in words their minds display,
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But since my soul from me doth fly,
To thee retir'd,
Thou canst nor both retain;
For I must be with one inspir'd;
Then, Dearest, either justly mine restore,
Or in exchange let me have thine.
Yet if thou dost return mine own,
Oh tak't again!
For 'tis this pleasing death alone
Gives ease unto my pain:
Kill me once more or I shall find
Thy pity then thy cruelty, less kind.
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