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            | AIR AND ANGELS. by John Donne
 
 TWICE or thrice had I loved thee,
 Before I knew thy face or name ;
 So in a voice, so in a shapeless flame
 Angels affect us oft, and worshipp'd be.
 Still when, to where thou wert, I came,
 Some lovely glorious nothing did I see.
 But since my soul, whose child love is,
 Takes limbs of flesh, and else could nothing do,
 More subtle than the parent is
 Love must not be, but take a body too ;
 And therefore what thou wert, and who,
 I bid Love ask, and now
 That it assume thy body, I allow,
 And fix itself in thy lip, eye, and brow.
 
 Whilst thus to ballast love I thought,
 And so more steadily to have gone,
 With wares which would sink admiration,
 I saw I had love's pinnace overfraught ;
 Thy every hair for love to work upon
 Is much too much ; some fitter must be sought ;
 For, nor in nothing, nor in things
 Extreme, and scattering bright, can love inhere ;
 Then as an angel face and wings
 Of air, not pure as it, yet pure doth wear,
 So thy love may be my love's sphere ;
 Just such disparity
 As is 'twixt air's and angels' purity,
 'Twixt women's love, and men's, will ever be.
 
 
 
 
	
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 |  Source:
 Donne, John. Poems of John Donne. vol I.
 E. K. Chambers, ed.
 London: Lawrence & Bullen, 1896. 21-22.
 
 
 
 
        
          
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