| J. C. Squire, ed. A Book of Womens Verse. 1921. | | | | To my Excellent Lucasia, on our Friendship | | By Katherine Philips (Orinda) (16311664) |
| | | I DID not live until this time | |
| Crownd my felicity, | |
| When I could say without a crime, | |
| I am not thine, but thee. | |
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| This carcass breathd, and walkt, and slept, | 5 |
| So that the world believd | |
| There was a soul the motions kept; | |
| But they were all deceivd. | |
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| For as a watch by art is wound | |
| To motion, such was mine: | 10 |
| But never had Orinda found | |
| A soul till she found thine; | |
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| Which now inspires, cures and supplies, | |
| And guides my darkned breast: | |
| For thou art all that I can prize, | 15 |
| My joy, my life, my rest. | |
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| No bridegrooms nor crown-conquerors mirth | |
| To mine compard can be: | |
| They have but pieces of the earth, | |
| Ive all the world in thee. | 20 |
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| Then let our flames still light and shine, | |
| And no false fear controul, | |
| As innocent as our design, | |
| Immortal as our soul. | | | | |
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