To who lent me Taylor's Physical Theory of a future life after reading it
who lent me Taylor's Physical Theory of a future life after
reading it
Were each letter a page and a book every line
Half my thoughts on this sheet I might hope to convey
But 'till angels shall teach us the shorthand divine
In limits so narrow what is there to say?
If soul unto soul (with some slight corporeity)
Could impart by mere contact, as Taylor proposes,
A soul-full of meaning in all the variety
Of heart thrilling bliss which in Heaven he supposes.
How many sweet dialogues then might I hold
With you dear little spirit, both nightly & daily,
When no thought would have time on the lips to grow cold
But by pressure, from heart, pass to heart, bright & gaily!
What exquisite things we should say by a touch!
By im pression ex -pressions quintessence revealing,
Our re -formed existence — in formed overmuch
And language exchanged for communion of feeling.
To my notion such things might have been had the Lord
So pleased it, or else, if with due veneration,
Alphonso the Wise had but put in a word
In behalf of us all, at the hour of creation.
You shall hear why I venture to say so, because
I abhor every quibbling and cavilling objection,
And the very amendment proposed to the laws ...
Grows out of themselves, by an easy deflection.
For example on earth you no doubt have seen eyes,
Speaking volumes on volumes to all but a dunce,
And perhaps have heard utter'd in two or three sighs,
The whole of Love's Encyclopedia at once.
From a small hand's soft pressure, so slight as to seem
Mere hazard of Friendship, I know there has sprung
Whole years full of thought, 'twixt a doubt & a dream
Too subtle by far for the pen or the tongue.
So there wanted in truth, but a single link more,
Such as Mesmer half guessed at — a magical ring
Like the one that from Solomon Chrystalline bore
By which soul to meet soul over worlds could take wing.
Had we such electro-magnetic attraction
In the sweet sphere of Venus so lovely & bright
Whose air is made up of Caprice & Distraction
I would ask for a tête a tête meeting to-night.
reading it
Were each letter a page and a book every line
Half my thoughts on this sheet I might hope to convey
But 'till angels shall teach us the shorthand divine
In limits so narrow what is there to say?
If soul unto soul (with some slight corporeity)
Could impart by mere contact, as Taylor proposes,
A soul-full of meaning in all the variety
Of heart thrilling bliss which in Heaven he supposes.
How many sweet dialogues then might I hold
With you dear little spirit, both nightly & daily,
When no thought would have time on the lips to grow cold
But by pressure, from heart, pass to heart, bright & gaily!
What exquisite things we should say by a touch!
By im pression ex -pressions quintessence revealing,
Our re -formed existence — in formed overmuch
And language exchanged for communion of feeling.
To my notion such things might have been had the Lord
So pleased it, or else, if with due veneration,
Alphonso the Wise had but put in a word
In behalf of us all, at the hour of creation.
You shall hear why I venture to say so, because
I abhor every quibbling and cavilling objection,
And the very amendment proposed to the laws ...
Grows out of themselves, by an easy deflection.
For example on earth you no doubt have seen eyes,
Speaking volumes on volumes to all but a dunce,
And perhaps have heard utter'd in two or three sighs,
The whole of Love's Encyclopedia at once.
From a small hand's soft pressure, so slight as to seem
Mere hazard of Friendship, I know there has sprung
Whole years full of thought, 'twixt a doubt & a dream
Too subtle by far for the pen or the tongue.
So there wanted in truth, but a single link more,
Such as Mesmer half guessed at — a magical ring
Like the one that from Solomon Chrystalline bore
By which soul to meet soul over worlds could take wing.
Had we such electro-magnetic attraction
In the sweet sphere of Venus so lovely & bright
Whose air is made up of Caprice & Distraction
I would ask for a tête a tête meeting to-night.
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