Of Love and Soul/s: Excerpts from John Donne’s “The Extasie”

Our souls (which to advance their state
Were gone out) hung ‘twixt her and me.

If any, so by love refined
That the soul’s language understood,
And by good we were grown all mind
Within convenient distance stood

But as all several souls contain
Mixture of things, they know not what
Love, these mixed souls doth mix again
And makes both one, each and that.

We then, who are this new soul, know
Of what we are composed and made,
For the atomies of which we grow
Are souls, whom no change can invade.

On man, heaven’s influence works not so,
But that it first imprints the air;
So soul into the soul may flow,
Though it to body first repair.

Love’s mysteries in souls do grow
But yet the body is his book.

Two Further Donne Quotes

If or two loves be one, or thou and I/Love so alike, that none do slacken, none can die.

That soul that can reflect upon itself, consider itself, is more than so.

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