Platonick Love.

Platonick Love.

I.

SO Angels Love and all the rest is dross, Contracted, selfish, sensitive and gross. Unlike to this, all free and unconfin'd, Is that bright flame I bear thy brighter mind.

II.

No stragling wish, or symptom of desire, Comes near the Limits of this holy fire; Yet 'tis intense and active, tho so fine; For all my pure immortal part is thine.

III.

Why should I then the Heav'nly spark controul, Since there's no brighter Ray in all my Soul, Why should I blush to indulge the noble flame, For which even friendship's a degrading name.

IV.

Nor is the greatness of my Love to thee, A sacriledge unto the Deity, Can I th' enticing stream almost adore, And not respect its lovely fountain more?