Classic Poem

Say, my Orinda, why so sad? Or.
Absence from thee will teare my heart;
Which, since with thine it union had,
Each parting splitts Luc. and can we part? Or.
Our bodyes must Luc. but never we:
Our soules, without the helpe of sense,
By wayes more noble and more free
Can meet, and hold intelligence Or.
And yet those soules, when first they met,
Look'd out at windowes through the eyes Luc.
But soon did such acquaintance get,
Not fate nor time can them surprize. Or.
Absence will robb us of that blisse
To which this friendship title brings:
Love's fruits and joyes are made by this
Uselesse as Crownes to captive Kings Luc.
Friendship's a science, and we knowe
There contemplation's most employ'd Or.
Religion's so, but practique too,
And both by niceties destroied. Luc.
But who ne're part can never meet,
And so that happinesse were lost. Or.
Thus paine and Death are sadly sweet,
Since health and heaven such price must cost. Cho.

{But we shall come where no rude hand shall sever,
{And there wee'l meet, and part no more for ever.