TO CHLOE

Who for his sake wished herself younger

by: William Cartwright (1611-1643)

HERE are two births; the one when light

First strikes the new awaken'd sense;

The other when two souls unite,

And we must count our life from thence:

When you loved me and I loved you

Then both of us were born anew.

 

Love then to us new souls did give

And in those souls did plant new powers;

Since when another life we live,

The breath we breathe is his, not ours:

Love makes those young whom age doth chill,

And whom he finds young keeps young still.

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