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Francis Quarles

A Divine Rapture

E'EN like two little bank-dividing brooks,
    That wash the pebbles with their wanton streams,
And having ranged and search'd a thousand nooks,
    Meet both at length in silver-breasted Thames,
        Where in a greater current they conjoin:
So I my Best-beloved's am; so He is mine.

E'en so we met; and after long pursuit,
    E'en so we joined; we both became entire;
No need for either to renew a suit,
    For I was flax, and He was flames of fire:
        Our firm-united souls did more than twine;
So I my Best-beloved's am; so He is mine.

If all those glittering Monarchs, that command
    The servile quarters of this earthly ball,
Should tender in exchange their shares of land,
    I would not change my fortunes for them all:
        Their wealth is but a counter to my coin:
The world 's but theirs; but my Beloved's mine.

 
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