Love Eternalized

Other than this poem suiting my dark & melodramatic mood today I have no other reason to blog it.




A Man to his Mistress

by Margaret Cavendish

O do not grieve, Dear Heart, nor shed a Tear, 


Since in your Eyes my Life doth still appear; 


And in your Countenance my Death I find, 


I’m Buried in your Melancholy Mind; 


But in your Smiles I’m Glorified to Rise, 


And your pure Love doth me Eternalize: 


Thus by your Favour you a God me make, 

But by your Hate a Devils Shape I take

“To all Noble, and Worthy Ladies”, Poems and Fancies (1653)

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