Classic Poem

Dialogue

Phil.

That kisse which last thou gav'st me, stole
My fainting Life away,
Yet (though to thy Breast fled) my Soul
Still in mine own doth stay;

Char.

And with the same warm Breath did mine
Into thy Bosom slide,
There dwell contracted unto thine,
Yet still with me reside;

Chor.

Both Souls thus in desire are one,
And each is two in Skill,
Doubled in Intellect alone
United in the Will;
Weak Nature no such Power doth know,
Love only can these Wonders show.