Air and Angels

TWICE or thrice had I loved thee,

Before I knew thy face or name;

So in a voice, so in a shapeless flame,

Angels affect us oft, and worshipp’d be.

Still when, to where thou wert, I came,

Some lovely glorious nothing did I see.

But since my soul, whose child love is,

Takes limbs of flesh, and else could nothing do,

More subtle than the parent is

Love must not be, but take a body too;

And therefore what thou wert, and who,

I bid love ask, and now

That it assume thy body, I allow,

And fix itself in thy lips, eyes, and brow.

Whilst thus to ballast love I thought,

And so more steadily to have gone,

With wares which would sink admiration,

I saw I had love’s pinnace overfraught;

Thy every hair for love to work upon

Is much too much; some fitter must be sought;

For, nor in nothing, nor in things

Extreme, and scattering bright, can love inhere;

Then as an angel face and wings

Of air, not pure as it, yet pure doth wear,

So thy love may be my love’s sphere;

Just such disparity

As is ’twixt air’s and angels’ purity,

’Twixt women’s love, and men’s, will ever be.