The Works of Abraham Cowley/Volume 2/All-over Love
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ALL-OVER LOVE.
'T is well, ’tis well with them, say I,
Whose short-liv'd passions with themselves can die;
For none can be unhappy, who,
'Midst all his ills, a time does know
(Though ne'er so long) when he shall not be so.
Whose short-liv'd passions with themselves can die;
For none can be unhappy, who,
'Midst all his ills, a time does know
(Though ne'er so long) when he shall not be so.
Whatever parts of me remain,
Those parts will still the love of thee retain;
For 't was not only in my heart.
But, like a God, by powerful art
'T was all in all, and all in every part.
Those parts will still the love of thee retain;
For 't was not only in my heart.
But, like a God, by powerful art
'T was all in all, and all in every part.
My affection no more perish can
Than the first matter that compounds a man.
Hereafter, if one dust of me
Mix'd with another's substance be,
'T will leaven that whole lump with love of thee.
Than the first matter that compounds a man.
Hereafter, if one dust of me
Mix'd with another's substance be,
'T will leaven that whole lump with love of thee.
Let Nature, if she please, disperse
My atoms over all the universe;
At the last they easily shall
Themselves know, and together call;
For thy love, like a mark, is stamp'd on all.
My atoms over all the universe;
At the last they easily shall
Themselves know, and together call;
For thy love, like a mark, is stamp'd on all.