Then purg'd with euphrasy and rue The visual nerve, for he had much to see.
Then purg'd with euphrasy and rue The visual nerve, for he had much to see.
And shall these hands, so lately purg'd of blood,
So newly join'd in love, so strong in both,
Unyoke this seizure and this kind regreet?
By heaven, my soul is purg'd from grudging hate;
And with my hand I seal my true heart's love.
Love is a smoke rais'd with the fume of sighs;
Being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes;
Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories